It was a cold dirty morning. I was walking on the streets of Bucharest. Suddenly I noticed into the foggy horizon a man sleeping on the cold sidewalk. I was feeling like I could hear his pain inside. He was screaming „take me somewhere where is warm, give me a drink and something to eat, is food and water enough for everybody in the world, you will not get poor cause will be another day for you and me in paradise, look back”. „We can do no great things, only small things with great love.” ~Mother Teresa
Air France
Cold Sleep
Take my hand
Ring
Cold Sleep II
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