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       As a boy who grew up in a strange Petržalka family without father: and: without mother
too - from seven years old - I'm missing in my life definitely in particular:   an older man:
about whom: I will not finally find out: he is also just a silly selfish and confused child.
       Maybe it is my next romantic myth - about father     - who really cares about you: who
gives you advice: just knows: how to do things right.
       It will be probably some archetype - literature and film stories are full of it  - I'm
just a lost boy - who picked up himself from movies and books largely.   (That's why you must
be the love of my life Honey:) 
       From time to time: I tried to bound myself unsuccessfully:           to older friends:
colleagues: and: men from the family: whose I rated as more mature: but: in the end:  I found
Don Juan - as otherwise - inside of Book.
       It is a book by Carlos Castaneda - The Journey to Ixtlan: alternatively:    A Separate
Reality: and also: Way of the warrior: but above all - The Journey -    there is it free from
chewing of Peyotl: and: without Jimsonweed flying.
       "And so: Don Juan: I also hunts: and: stores personal power in my works    - just like
Carlos  - who eventually managed to deposit it  - in writing     - for which: you and Genaro:
laughed him - and - I found it there!"
       "I'm trying to be a man of knowledge: and thus:  I'm unconditionally going through all
the difficulties of learning - I don't hurry and I don't dodging.    I avoid blind making and
generating: the arrogant analyzing of why: I'm amazed: and:   I starting: as far as possible:
from the beginning.."
       ":The thresholds are pushing themselves