Mõni nädal tagasi avastasin ma oma isikliku meilboksi mustandite kaustast ühe saatmata meili. Ma olin mõelnud, miks ma sellele vastust ei olnud saanud, isegi mõtlesin, et issand, nii ülbed, isegi ei vasta midagi. See kohe meenutas mulle üks tsitaat “Söö.Palveta. Armasta” filmist/raamatust.

There’s a wonderful old Italian joke about a poor man who goes to church every day and prays before the statue of a great saint, begging, “Dear saint-please, please, please…give me the grace to win the lottery.” This lament goes on for months. Finally the exasperated staue comes to life, looks down at the begging man and says in weary disgust, “My son-please, please, please…buy a ticket.”