I was just today thinking about this world of ours. We have a good, a nice community here (except for some rotten apples, which happens to exist anywhere in the entire universe). The first time that this thought hit me, was when my grangrandmother was pickpocketed and then she catched and mugged the man who did it. He sent her a letter after, saying something like:

"Okay, mug me all you want, beautiful lady."

She always had been clear about that, she doesn't minded being pp'ed from her own city, but he was foreign. That message she replied with humour. A couple days later, outside of this world of ours, this man unfortunately ended up dead. This thing of ours stopped, we even had an entire family of Durden Gangsters running around and shooting in his name. That strucked so hard as a bullet could had.

Now Marishka remember this old grandma's tale with pain in her dead heart and she wonders:

"This world of ours is kind of secluded. There's people here i know, care about and love. People that i learned how to live together and respect. People that were closed shut and opened to me, as an old abandoned book, which i read with all the love in my being! In this world of ours, i know that things, wars, stories, people, will be forever remembered as we can search and find everything here. But will people search for it? Will someone scroll the bars back to my dead grandmother's stories? And if i really pass away, will someone get out of our world and look for my other side of it? I wonder. I often listen to something and as one of the most incredible singers of the world said, we need to love as if there's no tomorrow. I don't want to see my name in the future, embroidered in anyone's suits. I want to see everyone remembering me, scrolling back and sharing my stories to posterity. And loving me while i'm still here."

Marishka tipped her top hat on the mirror and walked away, hoping that the pure energy she left in the air, was enought to reach people's hearts and make them think about it.