We do forget what is real and how short the time is to pick the fruit and eat it. We also forget that Kizil plums can be a delightful treat before they really get matured. Green, juicy and sour. Mmm.. we frown our eyebrows. It soaks into our tongues. And then we swallow.

And… And we smile. We smile because we are young. And even though the consequences of eating green fruit are well known (for those who don't know - most likely you will spend some time in WC), we take the risk. We want the conflict. We want to try!

Where does it disappear with getting older? Will it disappear right now? Will this evening hide it? Again?

I suppose so. But Kafka said: Don’t despair, not even over the fact that you don’t despair. So I will leave the desperation for somebody else. And wait until the morning comes again. Because I know it will.