Still can’t believe that a small bottle like this can do the tricks… lets the mind and time fly like a quick arrow to hit a dream somehow; to wash up some dirt that blurs up a vision, a feeling that there are some reasons to be happy somehow, small stupid things to make us laugh somehow. Well it was designed to fill up two sides of some of us, the side to celebrate and to be merrier than usual and the side to feel sorrow no more; but till then, as long as our human body still eats flesh and leaves that grow on a dirt, we need this thing to move forward somehow.
“Give strong drink to him who is perishing, And wine to him whose life is bitter. Let him drink and forget his poverty And remember his trouble no more. Open your mouth for the mute, For the rights of all the unfortunate.”