I used to live in this building. If you look close enough, you'll see the green benches by the doors. The gossip-hungry ladies used to sit there and avidly discussed every tenant, who came through their gauntlet. When I worked in theater, there were many rumors going on about, what I was up to on my job. Every time I had to pass by the ladies on the bench, I began to, for some reason, swerve, as if I was drunk! I was always starving, so that could be the reason for that phenomena, or it was in my character to challenge the small-minded burgers.
This is the St. George's Church
built near my old neighborhood.
I don't know, whose sculpture this is, but I like it!
talking about the things which inspired us.
Whether due to a teenager's angst, or because I really felt that, something was missing from my life: a love, a purpose, - every moment was filled with the longing.