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can fear old women like this. He glances at the cross again. Perhaps she was embarrassed by his gaze. Her palms also sweat regularly when she is anxious. It is a horrible idea for him to go out and stand there in front of the house now. Who would you rather take refuge from: the old person or the cross? She would have preferred not to go far from anyone. He will remain seated for her on the seat until she returns, he wondered. Time never passes as quietly as when you stand there. Besides, she remained seated for a few moments, her gaze fixed on one point. In any case, she could not exclude the impact of the cross. She has never seen such a cross on anyone. Perhaps it was made by an obscure admirer of Jesus with a talented hand. This is how it will all happen. The entrance opened discreetly, silently. Strange for old houses where everything usually creaks. Their eyes met. His addressed and Emina's overflowed with expectation. He arrived," he said immediately. "Beautiful, I'll tell her what happened. "She jumped up to take off from this strange house. Maybe it's a small problem, so she should continue immediately. She didn't want to stay in this house, and especially she wasn't drinking tea.,, The expert saw what happened. If you don't do anything to her, you can help her. You have to stay there. Sit down, I'll bring you some tea. She sits down, as if she needed it. He gives her the tea and she takes it faithfully... Thank you very much, you're really kind. Anyway, I might want to go as soon as possible." "The expert said he would have a ton of work to do with your vehicle." Therefore, assuming you have no extraordinary needs, "Then, at that time, I will be back." "You will be back," she said momentarily, even a little discourteously. She was checking the cross. She had no apprehension at the moment. The unimposing little lady calmed down. with her appearance. "Are you looking at it?" Yes. ",,Do you believe?",, I emphasized something, but I could not tell if what I accept is His work. I have faith in my own specific way. I have no idea how to say precisely what I feel. ",, There is no such thing: I have no idea. You may accept, or you may not accept. There is no center of interest.",, I trust in something general that surrounds us, and in some, uextremely rare ones. In something more powerful that administers the world, similar to that. ", When you take stock of something, then you accept completely. You feel it, you live with it. You breathe in with complete confidence. Confidence

comes from the mind, from the heart, and not from the head. The boss fixes the machine, makes lunch, does the shopping. There is a trust in the mind. It is there. Trust is love for everyone and everything. You feel it as the presence of adoration that sparkles and settles you. "He took her hand and pressed it close to his heart. The hand was warm, but delicate and firm. The glow spread through his belly. "In case your mind does not fit, the brain of the best researcher is useless. to you, little girl." "It does not suit you...", Baba Julka, that is exactly what you call me, that is exactly what everyone calls me. I could be your grandmother.",, I could not tell if you would. I am heading towards forty, and you are almost seventy. >>> 44%, I'm about ninety. << Ninety? At ninety, to act so quickly, to take care of oneself, to keep everything clean? Inconceivable! In fact, he keeps his hand on his chest. They look at each other and dissect each other. He crosses the gaze with his huge greenish and earthy eyes. His eyes are young. The view is clear, almost sharp, but somehow soft. Identical to the touch. On the face, towards the edge of the lips, a smile sparkles, as if overflowing. He finally lets go of her hand. Emina drinks tea. Five minutes ago, she suspected everything in the world that she would not drink this tea. It has a delicious and unusual taste. "You look much younger." You are somehow charged with life. 46 10/128"In your childhood you are loaded with life, and in your old age you have everything you have saved. All things considered, being young is wonderful. In your childhood you aspire to what you will be doing in ten, twenty, thirty years, and old age offers you to guess what you will be doing tomorrow, or in a month, a year and no more. You are still young, there is a lot of life in you. Overflowing with life, you say. All things considered, you have more life in you than I do. ", I see it. The moment you arrived at the door and looked into my eyes, I saw something unusual in them. Your gaze is a little exhausted, stressed, stunned. Actually, I have no idea what your name is.", Sorry, I didn't introduce myself., My name is Emina or Emma. ", Emina, keep living the way it's meant to be lived.",, How can I get a sense of how this is affecting me?",, Look inside yourself." And he went to the oven. You can smell the good smell of bread. To look inside myself, he said. He has no idea how often I asked for answers to many inquiries. Positively, much more frequently than the others. Each of the inquiries and

problems belong to him, but I have neither answers nor arrangements. Whichever direction I take, I reach the stopping point. So how could I save myself from myself? From the need. The desire, the contemplations, the urgent need to accomplish something that the vast majority do not do and that would isolate me from others. Is it vanity? We feed it day by day with new methods. We love those whose words please us. We disdain those whose words, whether valid or not, upset the conviction of purity and absence of defect. Moreover, we could really do without them, whether they are correct or not. "I have problems that I cannot solve and desires that cannot be satisfied." ",, In case they cannot be solved, do not approach them either.",, It is not difficult to say. You should have the opportunity to do so. I can't stay away from them anyway. "You can. Just live more peacefully.",,How could I keep quiet when, here, at the first light of day, these nauseating vehicles are driving me crazy."

ELIMINATE YOUR RESENTMENT. The indignation was in you before the

vehicle, and it will be there after the vehicle. It has flourished. It is suffocating you. Eliminate your resentment, it will lead you to destruction. Also, it happened that way with the vehicle. Today, everything ends in a race. Everyone is anxious, everyone is disappointed, everyone needs something that they do not need to bother with. You sit in front of the television and watch exactly what suits you and you yearn for what is presented there. Like when you are looking at the stars and walking down a winding back driveway. Either you will fall into the trench or you will hit a tree. Because you too are driving a vehicle, and who can say for sure what you are thinking and where you are looking. "Emina sees Jesus: Come on, God, save me from his accounts. All my life, someone has been addressing me: how should I respond. As if she had detected his thought process, she went to take care of him. chickens. Why does her story irritate me? Maybe because it helps me remember others? Does it remind me of them? Actually no, not at all. Likewise, the way she The discussions are strange. I am forced to stay at her house for a while until