telling stories and singing

1st story: Blind Man and The End Of The World. As a child I went to the kindergarden and there we always played on the big yard of an old villa, formal orfen-house. Around the yard there was a wooden fence with many holes and cracks to look to the other side. Each day a blind man passed by and we followed him on the other side of the fence. He told us that in the next crossroad was an end of the world. I saw deep gorge in my mind; dark border to nothingness. But we didn´t agree with him. We could see the garden; trees, plants and roads after the crossroad.“No!” we shouted to him. ”There´s not an end. You can go on, really!” But no matter how hard we shouted to him “GO,GO really you can go!” He kept his mind ,he never went futher in the crossroad. “No children, I know there´s an end.” He commented and allways turned back to where he came and was smiling a little bit.