aliaradzi
I looked at the ramp at my school building. It was dirty. So dirty that it is almost offensive. But when a complain shows up, all the authorities could say is better than not having anything. What ridicule!
Tradition. The simple word which makes me sore but also gives me identity. I grip it as strong as I can and yet, I run so fast from it. The only thing left is to think if I am letting go or holding on.