Happy New Year

There are festoons that adorn the halls of New Year’s Eve waiting for the dinner, its guests glazed and sparkling, toasts, dances Brasil with train and then there is the barbed wire that "decorates" the lager shelters and trenches, where food is scarce, where you die of cold, where there is no music, where when it goes well you "toast" with dirty water and where no trains pass for salvation. My best wishes for a happy New Year, wherever you are.