
It doesn’t matter how much of a globally-concerened person you are, it doesn’t matter how much u feel that this planet is ur house, that it’s our house.
There will always be this room, this room that’s urs, not urs as much as you’re hers. This one part of human kind history that u know better than any one else, and that’s why it holds such a special meaning to u, this one place where ur memories will lead, a place of feeligs, a place which holds that special taste of the firsts…
Everything is relative, well, not EVERYthing, let’s just say, this world is relative…
The more u fall in love with the planet, the more and more u fall in love with this place. it’s a relative equation, They’re not 2 things, they’re one Again, only when u look at it from up above.
Starting from that very bed in ur bedroom, the stairs, the feeling of confidence that u know where every street leads to, the pictures posted in ur head, on every corner, the familiarity, ur own traces, back to the very feelings of chauvinism about everything around u, the same kind of chauvinism u feel for being a human being…
I’m not sure exactly why we feel so proud of this day, we haven’t actually earned it ourseleves, nor did we prove to have deserved it.
But it doesn’t matter what’s politically correct, you see. Not today.
60 Years since April 17th, 1946.