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Back to crazy people. ..
If I can take midnight bus,
I will be around 10 am tomorrow..
If not, next week, okay:)


When I was small I heard stories
About Guardian Angels..
Old ladies were praying the way I haven't seen before or after,
Like a song, non stop, standing on the knees on the floor,
Some one said this how they talking to God asking for someone,
A few were healers living in far away villages,
Visiting each other once in a while.
Unknown and still people would find them..
Every time they kissed us in both cheeks, hugged, gave candies, said something good...
I used to go to our village kindergarten, until I think 2 o'clock and then all other time until grandmother was home I stayed with old ladies or running
around ...