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Went yesterday to a opening of a new drogstore. Me and about one million people too.And children. Running, screaming, curious, destructive children. And their mothers. Ignorant, indifferent, and apparently deaf mothers.

On the parfume and make up section, I saw a security guy who was helplessly observing the total chaos: kids, from 2-10 years old, were hosing and sprinkling each other with perfumes, spilling all the nail polish they could, drawing flowers on the floor with lipsticks… I mean demolishing the store. With the belonging sound background….While their mothers haven`t paid any attention to it. Let the children play… Aren`t they sweet?

Damn it, are you blind?!? And deaf??!!????

I read recently that a restaurant have decided not to tolerate the „nasty“ children and their parents. And for that decision, lots of people found themselves offended and shocked. Why???? How in the world did you mean that other people may find this behavior cute? Or funny. Or normal? Or desirable! Have mercy towards the others! And respect. You may be very proud on the product of your sexual activity, but the child is a HUGE responsability, and if you are not 100% sure that you are able to raise it, educated and train it, don`t do it!

You must have a permit for driving your car or for fishing, but nobody asks you anything if you decide to bring and raise a new person. So that every idiot may brag with his offspring. Lots of them can`t even take care of themselves but they sure know how to „stick it“ (or „take it“) not to mention what it takes to raise a new human being and help him become a man/woman. Then, few years later, if their „little miracle“ does something really bad, and turns into a reject, they wonder how it happened.

Do you have what it takes? Think about it. Do you bealive that you have enough strenght, selfcontrol, authority, personal education and training that you may bring up a person with qualities? Are you prepared to listen for few hours or days crying, screaming and booing after a simple NO? Are you capable to endure child`s begging or emotional extortions without backing down? Or to hear „I HATE YOU!“ if you don`t give him/her something, or let him do or go somewhere, hoping that one day he/she will grow up and understand that your decision was for his/her best? Are you prepared to be his parent, and not his best friend, his pal, someone who „digs him“, someone who is cool, just not to start a conflict? Because you want your child`s endless love. After all, this is your blood, you adore it, you would give your life for it…wouldn`t you?

I deeply respect those strong good parents who know what it takes and what they have to take to raise a good person. My standing ovations, really.

But to the others… No, it is not cute if your „bundle of joy“ is breaking things around, smashing everything on it`s way or screaming out loud while you try to speak on the phone with someone. And that someone is screaming back to you , because you didn`t understand a word what he/she said. No, it is not sweet how you raise your voice so that we can hear you. We don`t want to get a serious hearing damage or a huge headache.

So that next time, if you call us, and you spoiled brat is screaming like an idiot, seeking for your undivided attention for 24 hours, don`t be surprised if the conversation will be somehow strange and don`t be shocked on what you will hear.

Thanks a lot.


Click. Beeep…beeeep…beeeeep…. Please don`t call us if you don`t have at least some respect for us, so that you can explain to your child that the grown-ups are important too.

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?