Sometimes I smile, sometimes I cry, sometimes shout with joy and sometimes sink in despair. But that's what makes me who I am. It never matters who am I or what am I doing, it's just the dreams that makes me live.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Yes, it is being harder
Days are passing and I am suddenly realising that It's very hard to recall a past. I intended to write an article on the arms that were used in 1971. It's getting hard. I wish anyone could give me some sources or references.
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