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There was a team. Some boys who didn't care anything at all too much. They were only sixteen. Full of hope, dreams, and of course other feelings, what a teenager could have. There was a guy "Roland", he was my best friend at that time, he always did crazy stuffs... that was his fate, or karma.. cause he died when he was only 25.. cause of some "crazy stuffs". There were others too. Peter, he always lied. "Peter the liar" - that's what we called him, but we liked him a lot. There was Gabor, he never speak too much. And there was Szilard, he was the man, who was always discontent with everything. That was our team. We used to played the wags here. We were sitting on this bench.. Smoke our fag.. And made a lots of plans about our future.. It was almost 16 years ago. Many thing changed, But.. some are never change..... Friendship. Love. Faith. Never goes away.


To the memory of Roland.