The ingredients of the poem which seem to be so bright because of the white are in fact the ingredients of a witches broth: In everything there is something bad, even in the goodness and shininess.
I told them that in Europe not everything was perfect. I told them that there were also very dark times in that continent and that even in peaceful times live was not always easy as they had thought.
To be honest, we did not understand one word of what he was saying, because his English was so terrible. Or maybe it wasn't and it was only his accent which we could not grasp. To us it was Chinese. |
