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“Ο βράζος ήταν γι' αυτό σαν μια πελώρια σκληρή πόρτα που άνοιγε σ' έναν άλλο κόσμο. Μια έκρηξη φόβου, πόνου και σκοτεινιάς τη στιγμή της πρόσκρουσης κι ύστερα βρέθηκε να πλανιέται σκυβέρνητος σ' έναν άγνωστο, παράξενο ουρανό, να ξεχνάει, να θυμάται και πάλι να ξεχνάει. Φοβισμένος, θλιμμένος και μετανιωμένος, φοβερά μετανιωμένος.”

Quote by Richard Bach

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JONATHAN LIVINGSTON SEAGULL

The narrative follows Jonathan Livingston Seagull, a bird who becomes disillusioned with the daily struggle for food and the conformity of his flock. He dedicates himself to perfecting the art of flying, pushing the limits of speed and agility. His passion leads to exile, but he continues his journey of learning and teaching, encountering other outcasts and a higher plane of existence. The story is a metaphorical exploration of personal growth, the pursuit of excellence, and the transcendence of conventional limitations. more

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Richard Bach
Richard Bach

Richard Bach is an American writer known for his profound philosophical thoughts and allegorical stories. His work 'Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah' has become a beloved classic, inspiring many to seek self-realization and the meaning of life. more

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