LeCsó Thought Notebook Stories and silences in which you can find yourself again. 

One day, an old man sat down on it. He was tired – not only physically, but also spiritually. He was carrying a lot with him: disappointments, losses, unfulfilled dreams. As he sat there, a little boy suddenly stopped beside him. The boy had a ball in his hand, and all he asked was:

A prisoner who forgot he was free. Once upon a time, there was a prisoner who had spent so many years in prison that he had slowly forgotten what it was like to live free. Every day he saw the same walls, the same door behind which freedom could have awaited him – but he no longer thought of it....