Crimson sunset coming through the window, Touching a wrinkled forehead of an old man. His worn-out hands slightly trembling, While he is weaving perhaps his last basket.   His cell phone starts vibrating on a wooden shelf. He does not hear the rattling of the vibration mode, Yet he feels his son calling him on this odd device, So different from everything he grew up with.   His son greats him and speaks in a soft voice, Trying not to disturb his father’s fragile soul. Overwhelmed by concern about his old man, He tries not to show it in his voice.   “Who is going to finish this...

I often say to people: “Money is not everything.” They usually reply: “But you cannot live without it.” Both sentences are correct, only, in my opinion, they apply to different situations. We cannot live without a place to stay, food, clothes etc. These are our basic needs. Everything above it are luxuries, and in this case money is not everthing. It is at the point of luxuries that, in my opinion, we can talk about wishes in its real sense. If a homeless person wishes for a place to stay, this is not really a wish, it is a necessity. If somebody, on the other hand, already has a perfectly good...