(text written on July 29 th, 2012)
What I dream is about
travelling in houses and buildings,
searching for some of my stuff,
hiding for attacks and flying,
free as a bird.
It matters to travel,
it’s about learning and observing.
To search for my things makes me
conscious of my materialism.
Hiding for attacks
means to me that we need peace,
everywhere and for everyone.
To fly is the most happy feeling
I ever experienced.
It’s the ultimate freedom.