Mihailo Macar -

“Don’t just stare,” his father would say, handing him a chisel. “Make it into something useful. A trough. A millstone. A doorstep.”

What are you trapping in there? And when will you let it out? mihailo macar

“It is a family,” Mihailo said. “After.” “Don’t just stare,” his father would say, handing