In the Maisi Point, there whre the soil turns red and the wind strong, children grow with eyes that stare at things with the strength of some underwater stones. And they don’t ask a thing, absolutely nothing, being 7, 8, 9 years old. Those are children that have seen truly bright days expire at the sea shores and somebody has told them that there is where the country ends, that for them that means the world. That’s why the dare to stare at you that way, like saying: shut up, we don’t care about what you came to say, because on this road the land ends and night falls.
