Book: Song Kounsi

- I from a shelter.
- What is shelter?
- Do you really not know?
- Nah, I don't know!
- Shelter is a home where children live, who have no parents. Orphans.
- No, this place is called differently.
- How?
- Bombay. Why are you smiling, I'm serious. Bombay our house, we're all fed as they can. And feed you nothing. Not a city, but ***s.

Where there's music, there's happiness.

Real prayer is when you send heavens bright idea, for example "thank you" or "I love you". It is a prayer. And as soon as you start to ask, a prayer turns into a Bazaar.

No matter how he was not a stranger to the city, you can always look up and see a familiar picture.