Now, I have to go, dear unknown friend. The world goes on, like me, but I can promise you that I will change. I am going I have a rendezvous with my ghosts, to fight with the darkness, that it grips my soul and my heart.
Grainfield allows its fruits to the new generation. What is growing? I born to die. They taught me to build a wall. Don't make me sad, don't make me cry. I killed myself before to learn how to live. Listen to the national anthem.
Their dreams are not less than ours. Their broken bones are hidden under our beds. Meanwhile, the knife kills their children, the fairytale broke to them their teeth. Berlin's wall has already built, again. Take my home Caronte.