"The airship was moored eight stories up on the balcony. As I climbed into the basket, Mr. Gross pulled the parrot cage into the shade, then got in and untied the rope. In a moment we were over the rooftops. Clinging to some stray wind, softly, majestically our ship floated on the edge of the summer sky above Budapest Mr. Gross took hold of the ropes, squinted and pointed down.
- Just close your eyes! Now comes the magic... Oops! See that figure? There, there, in Lendvay Street! She is seventeen and always hungry. He is carrying a deck chair. Do you see it? I slept in that lounger. I took it from one apartment to another. Where I was admitted..."

We live among treasure people. If you lose your temper, if you don't want to get up in the morning, think about them. Their story often fits into a fairy tale. It's not a fairy tale for any of them. Saint-Exupéry writes somewhere: "How little noise real miracles make!" Find miracles! Both in the book and in yourself.

Erzsébet Schäffer