I feel like a ship in the night, waiving on big waves, trying to find her, my light house , the light which will show me the way, the way to a land, the way to survive, the way not to lay in mud under a hundred thousand ton of water. And why always when we need a light to survive, the light is fading or turning to other ships which are enjoying the cruel but beautiful picture of storming sea, from safe berth, sometimes laughing at ones who is not afraid to fight with waives for the ideas and values they believe and for ones who are waiting for them in the land. Laughing but rotting from jealousy under the water because they know very well that they don’t have the ambition and courage to face their enemy.