Every time, John and I are together, we drink lots of coke and talk about a lot of things. Two people meeting eachother, one is twelve, and one is fifty years older. But despite of this difference in age we talk happily together. Or perhaps exactly because of that difference. Of course it is.
Some people are cruel against children.
Then she has a dream one night, where the driver of her bus makes her fall on the steps to the street. She gets so angry, that she has the man fired. That is what she dreamt. But the next day she suddenly sees, that Life is worth while. For evilness there is no difference between dreaming and being awake.