Felforgatokonyv

ugy tunik nem hianyoznak a gondolataim. sebaj, hiszen a rutin az rutin.
a postas mindig ketszer csenget, de nem nalam ;)

mind1, hogy mit gondoltok ti, erre jottem ra. ugyis csak ti halljatok. amiket en hallok, az egy tokeletes felforgatokonyv hangja. ezert en azt gondolom, hogy az en gondolatvilagomban meg kell nezni ezt a filmet. hiszen, egy V.U.P.-t mutat be es csak ugy szippantottam az egesz story-t. nagyon elveztem, hiszen sokszor igy latom en is az eletemet, csakhat nincs az a narrator aki leirja a gondolataimat. igy elszallnak. s hogy fikcio vagy sem az egesz, az mar nem az en dolgom. nekem egyfajta masterpiece.

"As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie he finally felt as if everything was going to be okay.
Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies.
And fortunately, when there aren't any cookies we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin or a kind and loving gesture, or a subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort. Not to mention hospital gurneys, and nose plugs, and uneaten Danish, and soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction.
And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties which we assume only accessorize our days are, in fact, here for a much largerand nobler cause: They are here to save our lives.
I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was: a wristwatch saved Harold Crick." (Stranger Than Fiction - 2006)