It 's a strange feeling to hear all fall down. At one point one identifies herself in the exterior and begins to be hard to understand what is really going down, something outside and everything inside. And if only the outside is falling, I am firm to assist in my turn or I'm falling? The reference points are starting to run low, I see no ground to anchor the feet, and gain or lose nothing more than a meter below me does not make much difference.
I have serious difficulties in the reconstructions, that's for sure. And I'm not the only one. Leaving aside for a moment that is located in the outer waters far less relaxing than mine, for the interior are undoubtedly more at home in a comfortable sit back and watch the collapse, taking notes and study well, so that now I know them by heart. And since I consider myself very lucky, I have in my pocket of rubble really, I would say too much. The funny thing is that anyone at this time could put his hands in his pockets and finding wonderful treasures, castles pompously decorated beautifully constructed in the middle of town, waiting for inhabitants. Hands in his pockets but I do not have time to put them, the arms of my chair and I'm very comfortable here in front of the show is apparently the best. Sometimes I hear something or someone pulling me up before you try to collapse in front of me also my beautiful city empty and their pompous castles, and more and more I still pull at my comfortable chair, waiting, but on this point are drive, no compromise. Look who use their power not to get me, but to rebuild. And the more you show the most extensive, so that in days as February 3 are not even able to see everything inside, I had to select. But you know, this assistance is always slower. I want to just enjoy the show, and this is equal to the outside.
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