“This is life: constant surprise. I no longer trust any of them. It’s as if people were made to disappoint each other. Because they turn to something else right when you need them – to what has nothing to do with your thought. That’s life. It’s all my life. When you trust people, you can not get anything except trust. The role of people is to spend time. This is the most essential and difficult task of every human being: filling the spots of time.”
“Thrush in the Cage” written by Nima Youshij is the first book I borrowed after my first library subscription. I was only ten, and with this book I felt I seriously stepped into the world of readers. Under the influence of the big notebook on which my name was written, and the subscription paper that my teacher had to sign, I read the book even more carefully and gave a thought to the moral point of the story. Surprisingly not long after this feeling, another book push me into a completely different world: “Devilin theDusk”1. The cover showed the picture of a girl withblond hair who was running along a the street and a black car was chasing afterher.