still

I always wonder how things can change in a small paradise of reality.
Coming in at the gate of this lego-coloured building, through the doors under the piros-fehér-zöld flag, things could be as simple.. as imagination.
Leaving my bag at the entrance for trust to care for, entering the canteen a hundred little faces turn to face us with a shy little twinge in their eyes. Here the teacher turns to us with her passionate smile, and takes us up to the second floor. More happy adults, responsibilities fly in passion and youth in happiness. The warmest greetings, as solid as the years go by, as invisible as a window cleaned with care... People here know too well why they keep on living in this place. Back down from the office, through the corridors of this large family, and out of school, trust handing me my suitcase, and a warm african air brings us slowly and calmly through to our home, through Szolnoki út, past the television tower into the home.