Joy to the world, as in a previous entry, I'm saying, screaming, shouting, shivering, trembling, feeling with many senses...grieving in advance.
We are on the edge...
What's there for us?
Hope, only hope compelling us to continue walking up to the end. Hope of finding a job, hope of keeping in touch with our old fellows.
Love to our classmates, to the people working side by side to help us reach our goals. Love in a way to a building, full of history, full of stories.
Every stair remembers a fall. Every fall, carries concern. Every concern shows friendship.
Our brotherhood of trust will remain in our memories. From now on, we are giving our last steps towards something bigger than us.
Fear of falling before the finishing line. Panic, terror, horror when thinking about it. Dread for considering such possibility.
My glass is scratching the sky in a toast for you.
To you my friends... and to me also...the best of luck!
Salut!
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