摩天楼とはどんなもんだい？
I recommend to stop reading on from this point, if you are not of leisure.
A figure in breezing blue jeans, resting against a copy machine, shouted to me
that I had lost like the egoistic empire in Saint Helena so his jeans took over my goal from me.
I said to myself in my heart, "I am not an underdog! I'll achieve my goal for myself."
Honestly speaking, I deadly dislike such breezing blue. But this is nothing to my goal.
I think my goal is something like "Devils Tower". Of course I have seen it only in the Spielberg movie.
I don't know what and where my goal is.
But I believe that it'll be realized, thinking in my mind, feeling in my heart and writing in a borrowed language
like pouring something in my hands for an empty Coca-Cola bottle and then
I will get back brightly…
To where? Krakozhia?
No. I don’t know, but somewhere in the world.
