When I was eleven, I used to believe that being such a dreamer was a curse. Those echoes of people telling me, “the world is not as rosy as you think, Bela” and “you’ll only frustrate yourself with such dreams,”…
When I was eleven, I used to believe that being such a dreamer was a curse. Those echoes of people telling me, “the world is not as rosy as you think, Bela” and “you’ll only frustrate yourself with such dreams,”…