| Author: | Mihaela Lela Tribuljak | ISBN: | 9789535882633 |
| Publisher: | Michael Schmitt | Publication: | October 1, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Michael Schmitt | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mihaela Lela Tribuljak |
| ISBN: | 9789535882633 |
| Publisher: | Michael Schmitt |
| Publication: | October 1, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Michael Schmitt |
| Language: | English |
The breeze streamed softly through the air again and that pleasant melody created by the leaves of the branches was here again.
I didn’t answer the voice because, after everything, I just wanted to enjoy that music in peace.
«Is there an end to this?», thought I, knowing I was at a different place now.
«This dream is playing with me. I wonder, when I actually wake up, will I be normal? If I even wake up.», I couldn’t even be angry because I already got used to the thought that I might be elsewhere in a few moments.
I knew that I was lying down on comfortable pillows, and according to my memories, first I passed out in front of the grove, and then I was falling into the beast’s mouth. «What is next?».
I was hoping that I just woke up and that my «journey of revelation» was only a part of the dream.
I am horrified by the thought that everything that I have seen were real events.
I didn’t want my grandpa to be someone who was hiding the truth from me and raised me with lies, or that he really lived through that horrible attack in Nebbak.
The breeze streamed softly through the air again and that pleasant melody created by the leaves of the branches was here again.
I didn’t answer the voice because, after everything, I just wanted to enjoy that music in peace.
«Is there an end to this?», thought I, knowing I was at a different place now.
«This dream is playing with me. I wonder, when I actually wake up, will I be normal? If I even wake up.», I couldn’t even be angry because I already got used to the thought that I might be elsewhere in a few moments.
I knew that I was lying down on comfortable pillows, and according to my memories, first I passed out in front of the grove, and then I was falling into the beast’s mouth. «What is next?».
I was hoping that I just woke up and that my «journey of revelation» was only a part of the dream.
I am horrified by the thought that everything that I have seen were real events.
I didn’t want my grandpa to be someone who was hiding the truth from me and raised me with lies, or that he really lived through that horrible attack in Nebbak.
