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Gray-blue. As if someone tried to paint the sky with a dirty brush. Warm. As if it was summer; the summer dream. There is no clock showing the right time at the wall. No paintings collecting the dust. There are only white walls soaked up with a look – so full of thoughts, questions and exclamation marks, the sun slowly disappearing and people waiting. And finally, there is also the world, constantly producing Big Girls.

How big is the Biggest Girl? How big is her heart? How does it look when she falls asleep at night?

I do not believe someone has counted all Big Girls on Earth, their brothers and sisters or their dreams. Have you ever asked yourself a question how it feels to be the Big Girl? Are you one of Them? Have you met Any?

The only question I ask myself – “Can the Big Girl fly?”