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Hi, everyone... Happy New Year. I wish U all the best, including the best performance made by our group. :))) ... Here is the short story.
Love,
Minja

I wanted to have a globe.
I wanted it, for ages, I think...
For every birthday, every holiday... Whenever I was unwrapping silky, silver and shine present paper, I was doing it, hoping that I will find the globe. Finally, it happened. It was not my birthday. Nor holiday. Just an ordinary day.
Postman knocked on my door and gave me a huge box. Person who send it was not my friend. My enemy, neither.
It was just someone who red an article about me, in some gossiping papers.
It was just someone who wanted to send me a gift.
Until that day, I have my globe, with the lamp in it, on my desk.
I am seeing the world.
All the time.
Or an image of the world, at least.
All the time.
Globe is an excellent thing.
You can spin it, and you can dream... Imagining places.
Kirghistan. Nigeria. Fiji. L.A. Iceland. South Pole.
World is huge! But, the most interesting thing is that there is still no place to hide. From yourself.
I hate that person who send me a gift!
What for?! ... I mean: why?
Sometimes, I am just looking at the globe, and I realise that the only thing I actually see are the borders.
Globe is a scary thing, also.
It reminds me that everything in this world have it's own borders. Or limitations.
Seeing the world, or an image of the world, is all about discovering of your own limitations.
If You really want me to tell you what I see, I can tell that I see myself.
My life and the fact that it is passing away.
I wanted to have a globe.
I wanted it, for ages, I think.
Now, I just want to go across my personal borders.
My time-space limits. My end.