When we are small the world is a fascinating place. Every plane that flyes through the sky, every snowflake which lands on our palm, every found treasure even if it`s a ordinary plastic bead on the road, seems incredible. Then they convince us that we have to be practical, serious, with both feet on the ground, without too much dreams. They teach us to dissect every information, dismiss unecessary decorations and leave just useble facts. Forget the wings, forget the magic powder, forget the colorful clouds made for jumping. Do not dream.

Welll bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh! Magic exists!

Oh yes, I saw it last night! Me and dozens of other people. Dozens of grown up serious people. Really. Not some dreamers or lunatics but some responsable and often sceptical, cynical people.

In this town exists a man. He`s not exceling in any way. He doesn`t wears a pointy hat, long gray bear, or shiny cloak. He doesn`t hides a crystal ball, not even a bag with mysterious ingrediants and he doesn`t mumble words of some strange language in his chin. But from time to time he draws a magical stick. And then the Time stops. And the people around him. Because what he does is a real bonified magic! He is a glassblower. And what a glassblower!

The shapes that materialize from his flame, breath and stick are truely unbealivable. Every piece is carefuly shaped, every incredibly tiny detail is pulled with fantastic care. From thin air, in front of our very eyes mystical creatures from ancient tales are arising, but also some modern dreams of today`s hidden dreamers, even the ones which are carefuly cloacked from others big serious people. And they are all perfect. They are here but not quit.?? You see them but somehow dreamy. And they are becoming your personal prism through which you see the world.

But the thing that truely makes him a wizard is the power to make you a child again. I appreciate his skill but I enjoy more in observing the people around him. This, up till know, serious, hasty, grinned and worried people, are now small children which stand speechlessly and watching him with shiny and widely opened eyes. And they are really standing for half an hour, sometimes even a whole hour, sighing, smiling, ocassionaly looking at each other with true joy on their faces. Have you seen that? Heeeeeeeeeeeeey! This is…. fantastic!

And it is. The thing he does and what he does to you. Magic. From the fingers and the breath of a real wizard. So do not bealive to those evil witches which tell you the opposite. `Cause they are laying. The magic exists and you are still a child.

The fascinated and amazed joyful child which bealives in miracles. I know, I`ve seen it with my own eyes. Have you?