"'Lets consider your age to begin with -how old are you?'
'I'm seven and a half exactly.'
'You needn't say "exactually",' the Queen remarked: 'I can believe it without that. Now I'll give you something to believe. I'm just one hundred and one, five months and a day'.
'I can't believe that!' said Alice.
'Can't you?' the Queen said in a pitying tone. 'Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes.'
Alice laughed. 'There's no use trying,' she said: 'one can't believe impossible things.'
'I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen.
'When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day.
Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
There goes the shawl again!'
The brooch had come undone as she spoke, and a sudden gust of wind blew the Queen's shawl across a little brook. The Queen spread out her arms again, and went flying after it."
Πριν δύο χρόνια τριάντα παιδιά βούτηξαν στον ωκεανό.
Παιδιά, χωρίς μαγικές ικανότητες.
Δεν τα έριξε κανείς, δεν έπεσαν από λάθος.
Κυνηγώντας ένα όνειρο, πίστεψαν πως θα το πιάσουν και πήδηξαν.
Δε βούλιαξαν.
Τα κόκκινα και τ'άσπρα ρούχα τους φουσκώσαν σα μπαλόνια και απογειώθηκαν.
Πέταξαν.
