After reading those old letters I decided to write a few quotations from my favourite Hungarian poet, Josef Attila. <br/><br/>" How good it is to fall blindly, <br/>after all my squandered kisses." <br/><br/>" In my dreams you're always entirely mine. <br/>And I sometimes believe awake too that I kissed you." <br/><br/>" My red eyed bird, where are you? <br/>I wandered lots of black fields to find you." <br/><br/>" Je n'ai point de théme, <br/>Excepté que je t'aime . <br/>I could invent this one only. <br/>I fell asleep, being lonely." <br/><br/>"I love you very much, 'cause I could love <br/>myself very much loving you." <br/><br/>"Where freedom is the supreme order <br/>I always feel the infinite coming closer," <br/><br/><br/>Thomass Mann's welcome speach <br/><br/>"We'll just listen to you, and there'll be men, <br/> who 'll just watch you, being glad <br/>to see among white people, a European." <br/>