15 Years Commemoration Ceremony – Master of Ceremonies – I once left here with the swallows!

Prayer and Meditation

Those who are lonely are lucky because there is no one there to do anything for them. No animal, no human and no piano disturbs him in his pleasure territory. And no one gives him wise teachings that are well intentioned and evil to hear. Escaped from the world, he walks quietly in felt slippers whenever he pleases. Even in his dressing gown, he walks around comfortably all day. He knows no female prohibition, so he smokes and fumes like a chimney. Protected from the looks of strangers, he can mend his pants himself.

If he loves music, he may play the whistle to kill the time pleasantly, and he may snort loudly and vigorously. And he may cough recklessly, and gradually one will forget him. Only at most someone asks. What, is he still alive? Oh, heaviness, I thought he was dead for a long time. In short, apart from paying taxes, happiness cannot be painted any prettier. What the sentence is based on: whoever is lonely has it good.

Commemoration Ceremony - 15 years

I once left here with the swallows. Now the swallows are coming back with me. they find the native gables and arches. My house has fallen into disrepair, my luck is gone. The shoes are tattered and the dress torn, my love, she has wooed someone else, she danced with fiddle and clarinet in a comfortable middle-class bed. There's nothing left for me but to go on and my eyes no longer look for roofs and swallows. They burn and aren't allowed to see how they beak and build nests.