What a strange mechanism is that of a human being. It’s just enough to take them out of their habbits, to deprive them of some of their simple options, their own daily habits to make them take them back in a whille and appriciate them as pricious. Until the routine sits like dust over them dazzling its shine, hiding the joy. We grow ap along with our game. We paly hide and seek even before we learn to talk and we never stop palying this game usually looking gor our hidden joy. Of course there are more importantnt things for us are hidden, too. Is life a game wthat has rules? How mischievous are you allowed to be? You don’t win the game painlessly. Would you be lucky forever? This is difficult.
The Underground Youth – Revolution Revisited
