One of many mini busses, also called daladalas, on the roads of Tanzania...
Friday, June 29, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
the magic of books
I have many books.
And I absolutely love them.
Fantasy books, biographies, novels, dictionaries, travel books and you name it. I can never get enough.
One of the things that I love about them, is that they make me forget the things around me. They let me dive into the imagination and the memory of others and live a life that is not mine. Books are a magic way to disappear for some time. I close myself into my room with my book, I shut myself out of the real world and I hide in another one. And that is the magic of books to me. They let me be someone else for a while, someone I am not, someone I will never be, They let me do and experience things that I will never have the chance to do. But somehow, just by reading the books, I feel that I have done it after all.
It's magic...
And I absolutely love them.
Fantasy books, biographies, novels, dictionaries, travel books and you name it. I can never get enough.
One of the things that I love about them, is that they make me forget the things around me. They let me dive into the imagination and the memory of others and live a life that is not mine. Books are a magic way to disappear for some time. I close myself into my room with my book, I shut myself out of the real world and I hide in another one. And that is the magic of books to me. They let me be someone else for a while, someone I am not, someone I will never be, They let me do and experience things that I will never have the chance to do. But somehow, just by reading the books, I feel that I have done it after all.
It's magic...
Thursday, June 14, 2007
The fairytail city
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