How dangerous is it to step on a chair? Aren't you afraid to fall? Or: why do you go to Pakistan? Isn't it dangerous?

People die. Every day. Even at night time. Because they sit in a car that crashes. Because they cross

the street at the „wrong“ time or sit in the „wrong“ plane. Because they become ill or because of a

heart attack. They sit next to you in one moment and in the next they're gone. Out of the blue. 1000

reasons, but all lead back to the one: to life.

Old people die. People in the midst of their lives and even babies die. Some without ever catching a

glimps of the outer world.

But: do you want to lock your door, stay at home -where, besides, most of the accidents seem to

happen- and talk to your television 'cause it reveals more truth than that sad look of your neighbour

next door or the laughing child in the tube?

Let me go out, cross streets, talk to strangers who might become friends, hitch some rides, play with

fire and jump into the sea! I want to know what makes people act, want to face my own fears in

order to understand myself better, want to let go, want to see who I become when I replace my

doubts with experience.

Let me step on that chair and if it happens, let me fall. Maybe I'll discover that I can fly.