This was a magical evening. The ground was froozen, yet the air warm, clear and crisp. The time was approximately 8 in the evening, yet we could expect another hour until the sun would sets. There is no wind and you can hear the distant chatter of people enjoying this wonderful evening. Distant bird song and children laughing with the joy of the season's first bike ride. It seemed like, for a moment, that time was standing still, and the world was showing its' most beautiful side. In this moment, despite all that is wrong in this world I got a particular taste in my mouth. And it had the flavour of hope.