Sweet boy

I'm tired of the snow, tired of everything. I photographed a sweet boy, my closer family.

There are days when we want to say much, but our words are very difficult to go out and hands us hardly stand on the keyboard.
Tragedy in Restelica is a lesson for all of us. However, Gorani mentality nor pulled a lesson or something learned from all this. Specific we come up negative, simple and very shallow in any way.
During the rescue operation at the moment I thought about it, my mind was in complete disarray. At certain moments I was back to reality and what is even stranger, I laughed. I laughed for people who are with hidden intentions and corrupt ideas ostensibly worked and helped (hindrance).
They were praised who first arrived at the accident site, who is as much snow shovel and threw it like how much food and drink "given." Retold the event and used the technical terms so that the man thought for a moment to listen to lectures by eminent professors, praised just thunderous applause astonished students.
They were all a mood for a story (except for people who have really come to help, and they were in the minority), none of them let go of the hand unique shovels, because it would be sad not to return home.
Human absurdity, are buried more than 11 people and they keep own shovels.
Standing above the 11 people buried and they rejoice when they find cloths, and even more happy when they find earrings or rings.
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We are different, and thank God that is so.
My thoughts wander back, I feel in writing. I'll be back to read what I wrote retail. The letters combined into a whole carry a message. Message for those who want to understand and to think otherwise.
Conclusion In this short article is redundant. The text of the introduction and elaboration and conclusion. Maybe so better, more effective.