until I was handed a little box of crayons and a drawing pad, from a Russian steward on my way to Machu Picchu . You see , Russians are responsible for everything. My classmates in Belgrade from the 2nd grade were being fed propaganda and I was travelling .What a beautiful way not to be owned by the system ,thank you mom...
Of course I had to return to school but a taste of freedom is still alive . You may call me a free range chicken allowed to roam freely but we`re all mad here.
