You point your finger now. But what will happen when it backfires?
Who is beast?
Who is men?
Are we not all beast?
In a heavy snow storm, Paris goes white.
It was a long climb – so I was glad when the guide said: “We go to the bus now. On the way to the bus you can all buy some postcards.” I thought about it. Postcards are even better. You don’t have to walk so much and listen to the endless talk of your guide.