Trains travelling in the Bush, behind the trees seemed so insignificant
On the table, stands by a cup filled with boiling water.
Know from the www.bagsukshop.com radio, front is a small station, bus stop for two minutes.Nothing to do with me, I'm just generous eye, reset the window.
Cars, slow.A sudden violent Jolt me back."And BAM!"Hit heavily in my mind--the Cup filled with water from sliding down on the coffee table, and broke into pieces, pour water around on a pair of one passenger, steam rising.Strange is that people don't cry, just gently with your hands were clawing to mention.
Disturbed me, curiously watching the man.About 20, and jet-black hair cupule, obviously don't care much appearance, eyes widely different gods, facial relaxing, without the slightest pain.
' I'm sorry.I should not have put the cups in here.Long I'm nervous, with a guilty heart arm, said quietly.
"It doesn't matter where the is Tea Cup."He was very sincere and surprisingly candid.
I am even more disturbed, sleepy swing left.
"But your legs ... ...Must have been burnt."My heart welling was a sense of sorrow.
He smiled a big smile and bow down chanel coco, trousers to pull on his knees--at the moment, I like being punched out.My God!What's that leg?Is clearly a piece of wood.Disability?Completely broken!
Amazement, sighs, sad ... ...Like a sword tattooed on my heart.He turned to me and said, "you have to feel bad about, but my legs didn't feel."His face showed traces of the sadness of not being noticed.
Talk passenger compartments of trains hurtling forward.
My sight was the emblem on his chest "XX University" attracted.I stiffen up, and persons with disabilities-University students, it seems difficult to mix together.’
"Where are you going?"I broke the silence.
"Hometown."He said:" the wucun in ancient rock.”
"Oh, never heard of it."I shook his head.
"A very poor place."His sigh, his face shrouded in a depressing clouds.
"Now that the poor, back doing?"I shrugged his shoulders, a pair of no solution and it doesn't matter.
"After graduation, should go back to build their homes."He looks dignified, head out of the window.Tell me the cold land locked out of those simple, lovely people.But the land is barren, but it has fed generations of people, sweet Springs nurtured them a kind heart.Mountain man in his dreams always dull and repetitive, he hopes that he can give them weaving colorful dreams.
And I'm thrilled the simple nostalgia for him and admire his ambitions.Many people had been engaging in poverty and backwardness, and run away, how many mediocre and dream away your life.This young people with disabilities, but he was determined to change the home that used to offer very much, reap little fills each spent his life writing light music, with youth for the rich folks weave spectacle.
"You do your parents agree with you?"I asked.
He shook his head and nodded: "my parents died young, motherland and the party is now my mom and dad, you say, whether they agree with his son's choice?”
My heart just a slight shudder, himself confused about what kind of jarring chords.
The train slowly started, his shadow still came down to yavanna, my mind is stuck on that piece of land at his feet ... ...