to us, for us
"What is a man If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed?"
Hamlet, act iv. sc. iv
Mumbai, Jerusalem, Politicians, Victims, Survivors, War Crimes, an exiled Dalai Lama... the children that one day will only have video games to show them the beauty of a world we had the foolish luxury of living in. I don't mean to get all sad and melancholic and neither is this a dedication to the people of the world. I just wanted to remind myself of a little something my father taught me. Patience.
Have a memorable weekend everyone.
ps. this is not a picture of my father, just a man on the street who, to me, looks like a calm person.