From a Window on Boylston Street

Sometimes, we have in our own interior being suppressed real stories that struggle loudly to come out into the open. However, we avoid doing it so, just waiting for it to heal in the darkness, in the depths of our soul. But definitely it is worth making an effort and tell the world the harm that is done to the innocents and never allow the scourge of Alzheimers seize the story. There is no present without the past, and without the present, there is no future. Without dialogue, we will become extinct as human species. Without memories, we have no history. But the love and respect for our fellowmen keep us alive and will take us flying together beyond the sun and the stars.