Train No. 502

A post, written on my way to Maribor, on the only piece of paper I had with me - on the back of my today's seminar. The post from the train No. 502.

After a quite some time there is a strange feeling raising in me. There is someone, who makes me wonder.

It's funny how many and how different people our life brings towards us. Most of them are just passing by and a few of them are there to stay a while, to walk beside us a part of our way. And there are the least of those for who you wish to never say goodbye, a few of them you want to walk together, hand-in-hand, forever.

Though knowing the goodbye is coming soon, just met one person I allowed myself to be of that 'the least' kind for me. Makes me feel alive inside again, at last. Tašakor.