A tale of warning

In the beginning, it was different. There was happiness and the people lived their lives and took what came to them with courage and understanding. Their houses were small, but it didn't matter. They were always filled with the sounds of children running, laughing...shuffles of feet, and murmurs of conversations that passed through the walls. And the houses were homes that radiated love and life. Each house was different, like the people that lived inside of it. Some were white, some were blue, and some were bright purple. Some houses had long, winding stairs, while others had beautiful balconies. It was true that the people did not always feel content with their houses, but deep down, they loved them very much.

En kille som fattat att man ska bo p� berg. Lite sentimentalt kanske.