When I was little, I used to look at the clouds. I loved the large fluffy ones. They gave me great delight as they swam across the blue sky. I always wondered where they are coming from. Their journey seemed mysterious. I wondered will I ever see any of the fields, mountains, valleys, towns or villages they swam by. Will I ever see more than the village where I live. I wished to see so much more, yet everything seemed permanent and unchangeable. What is now will always be...
How different it is to look back and see the journey taken up to now. Very far it took me from that small village in Hungary, how very far.
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