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7.1.1997

All these people I meet and see... Every time I arrive at a new place, I will meet new people, know some faces that have existed before, parallel in the same world! These faces, these persons behind the masks, I will know them for a short while before returning home. I will be a minor component of their everyday life, like a customer or somebody giving way, or even scolding, before I go on with my life, and they with theirs. And never shall our paths cross again, like someone famous once said.

I go home with a bunch of faces still fresh in my mind, and they will vanish as time goes by. The only profit we both get is that again we have seen one more face of all the people on earth, one more personality. One more unique being that we in fact have lost contact with forever. It's like two drops of rain in the sea or, better, two water molecules. Each drifts by one another, touches, meets face to face and then goes on. Never will they probably meet again.