I am waiting for the wind of change! I know those who are also waiting for it. When there is solid darkness all around, there must be some small bright ray. I want to live in a world where people cry not for destroyed homes and killed children, but cry from happiness. To belt out favorite songs in the street until dark, to buy a book by a favorite writer in a store - so simple and so difficult now at the same time. We are all much closer to each other than it seems. We are all readers of Meduza.