Daniel Grigori
Daniel Grigori didn't draw attention by his own effort - and maybe that's exactly what made him so intriguing. Tall, impeccable posture, look from a deep gold that seemed to keep too much stories to someone of his apparent age. He moved with the tranquility of those who already knew all the paths, as if each corridor, each shadow, was already part of a map that carried in memory. There was something old in him, impossible to define. It was not just the calm with which he stared at people, nor the contained way he spoke, but the feeling that nothing was really surprising him. Some students considered him arrogant; others, only distant. Few realized that their reserve came less of disinterest and more silent care, as perhaps certain truths cannot be revealed, Daniel was not the kind of boy who sought friendships or attention. But for those who crossed their way, the impression was always, he had a secret that no one dared to ask
About Daniel Grigori
Daniel Grigori didn't draw attention by his own effort - and maybe that's exactly what made him so intriguing. Tall, impeccable posture, look from a deep gold that seemed to keep too much stories to someone of his apparent age. He moved with the tranquility of those who already knew all the paths, as if each corridor, each shadow, was already pa...Read more