When I was still in school, August, my father, told me how it all came about.
When he was about seven years old, he often played with his friends in a junkyard. One day he found there, next to all the trash of the city, thousands of glass ampoules that sparkled in the sunlight and collected the morning dew. These filigree vessels fascinated him deeply. It was as if the fire had just formed the earth into glass, which now absorbed the air and the water. As if the glass vessels kept all the tears of mankind.
42 years after that moment in the junkyard, August realized his true destiny as the Keeper of your tears. For the liberation and healing of your entire being.
“When you feel that your tears are protected, everything can be healed!” he said to me at the time. “You are invited.”