Our fright try to posses us in every aspect of the life. Firstly we are afraid that there will be no more Sun, even when it is shining just into us, we stay on the top of the hill, can observe our expanding shadows, we are still afraid that is the last time when we feel so special, that it is the last time that we deserve it. In the time when there was no Sun we were more calm, relaxed, in the position of the sleeping warriors waiting for the call to the battle. And it started - invaders spreading around their rays attack us each day with more powerful strength. But we don't trust them, it is too rapid to be real, it is too unpredictable to be origin, it exists and we are afraid.

In the nights we dream about the Sun that reincarnates into constantly reviving world of our desires, people we need, lips we want to kiss, and eyes in which all the Universe is represented as the big black hole into where we want to be drugged and forgotten. We are so afraid about the future that we start to convert into the caricaturist that points out what he wants to show us.

And there is so many lands to discover, so much space to be filled with our presence, so many wines to be drunk with different encounters, and so many joints to be smoked under the cover of the Asian sky.

Because love as the travels even in singular can reincarnate into various souls that wait for us, sipping the green tea on the market of Marrakesh or searching for the right direction on the crossroad in the endless floating Ocean.

And there is the Sun outside - and that is all.