By Dina Varpahovsky
Children, are you learning? You keep searching for little doors in the bushes and dusty old rooms. You want to fulfill your existential dream of being settled and enclosed. Your heart trembles at the sight of a rusty lock. And yet your secret garden invariable deceives you. At best it fades away, at worst it poisons. Occasionally, it turns into the deep dark wood and then you are truly unlucky.
