Have you thought of escaping to a completely different place, filled with tongue clicking strange languages and possibly ran amok with the thing you call luck?

I have, and it happened before I could think of a nice ambition for myself. Before I could understood that money was important.

So have a look at a glimpse of my Dream. There are not perfect; clumped papers, thick glues and torn pages but they are all mine.

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I started writing journals when I was 15. I am ashamed to admit this but I made some horrible things to the school library books, as now you can guess.

But I was happy, and that is the most important thing in the World.

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