One morning's thought.

Bad night. Insomnia. Somehow I forced myself to get up, to get ready for work. The morning cafe is here. I take a look through the daily papers. I open the newspaper, flip through it and suddenly my sweet coffee becomes very bitter.

Black chronicle full. Deaths, robberies, fights, etc. I turn the other side to calm down and there's a yellow press. Full of newspapers of various starlets, reality shows, and all written in capital letters. It's a horror, so where did we go?

Where are those days when we all knew each other, when you walk past a neighbor with a smile and the inevitable, "good morning, neighbor." Or, let's have a neighbor for coffee and a game of chess. Neighbor, I'm here, just shout I'm coming to help. Where are those postmen we eagerly awaited to bring us a letter or a postcard.

Where is that Sunday family lunch, when everyone is together. Where she is, the children's uncle and shouts while they are playing, and the mothers persistently call her to go inside for lunch or, even worse, to sleep.

If anyone knows where they went, let them tell me to go get them back. To restore all those good values ​​of life. To restore mutual communication, to restore happiness and joy, to restore those happy days.

Send somewhere far away, drugs, hate, wars, immorality ... as far away as possible.