It's Risky To Talk About One's Most

One Has To Discover Everything For Oneself. And Get Over It All Alone.

My Bag Was As Light As My Happy-go-lucky Heart.

The Lamp Sizzled As It Burned. It Made Everything Seem Close And Safe, A Little Family Circle They All Knew And Trusted. Outside This Circle Lay Everything That Was Strange And Frightening, And The Darkness Seemed To Reach Higher And Higher And Further And Further Away, Right To The End Of The World.

A Very Long Time Ago, Grandmother Had Wanted To Tell About All The Things They Did, But No One Had Bothered To Ask. And Now She Had Lost The Urge.

One Makes A Trip By Day, But By Night One Sets Out On A Journey.