Cards Are Not Discarded Until The End Of The Game

"Gogia, who is over fifty years old, has seen a lot of sunshine. There are many good things and hard to remember. Everything was like this, like that, childhood filled with happiness and wandering around in the student years, war and peace, cracked and boring, difficult everyday life... for a long time. And time, as it heals itself with haste, as it destroys the rules of the old game and cannot create a new one, has torn its soul into cracks. It questions both the living and the dead without question. It has seen many people who were bored on the way, in the end it did not wait and untied the rope from the "carabiner", once it itself lost its hand, But the weapon betrayed him for the first time. Gogia hurts herself, every morning she has to cut the past with a sharp knife for the future, she looks for new dreams with the help of the old one. She remembers the scent of waiting for "unexpected happiness" and her heart reaches out in search of something new... "which is very old, but always calling to be found". But not even the earlier "well-inflated attitudes" and almost thirty years of living together Moba also feels guilty in front of his children... If he doesn't give me rest, he's a fool, or if he can't rest himself, but he's a good man, he says ours, he feels ours, this country, this city. Even the homeless woman wrapped in that blanket knows that she is good. He knows many more things, believe me. Gogia, who is over fifty years old, has seen a lot of sun. Many payments are good and hard to remember. Everything was like this, like that, a childhood filled with happiness and a feast-cave wandering during the student years, war and peace, cracks and boring, difficult everyday life... the long time and time, which wears itself out with haste, which destroys the rules of the old game and the new one cannot His soul was torn apart. He interrogates both the living and the dead. He saw a lot of people who got bored on the way, didn't wait until the end and untied the rope from the "carabiner". His own hurts Gogia, every morning he has to cut past the future with a sharpened knife, he looks for new dreams with the help of the old. He remembers the scent of waiting for "unexpected happiness" and his heart reaches out to look for something new... "which is very old, but always beckoning to be found", but not the "well-seasoned moods" of the past, and having lived together for almost thirty years, he feels guilt in front of his children. If Gamchen doesn't rest, he is a fool, or if he can't rest himself, but he is a good man, he says ours, feels ours, for this country, for this city. Even the homeless woman wrapped in that blanket knows that she is good. He knows a lot more, believe me"