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| Little boys always want to be soldiers, Indians, policemen, firemen or presidents - they grow, they grow old, they are sometimes soldiers, Indians, firemen, policemen, presidents. They already have their own hounds, dogs and warships - yet they really just want to be someone else and are tormented by death. Unfortunate who is not such a small boy, an adult little boy who, somewhere in the corner of the soul, loves a great dream, longing for something different, far away, better ...
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