Szabadság?

Once upon a time there was a young girl looking trough the Budapest's mountains.
She was far away of her country, but she was feeling at home. She was able to understand that she can keep in her heart everything she loves.

At that day, she looked above and she thought that she couldn't be more happier.

She was there.

She was not free, but she knew how to enjoy freedom.
She was not able to love yet, but she was in love.
She was not feeling alone, even when she was.
She could see every time the beauty in the world, although its ugliness.
She was wrong, but she knew what is right inside herself.
She could scream, she chose to sing.

She was there, and she was here.



Now she is here, and she doesn't know anything anymore.