And you see yourself day by day that your vertebrae is more like an ice backbone. What you had before was transforming. You had the...

And I remembered my father. Yes. He had a very beautiful house with a big garden. The house still exist but he's not anymore. In two...

The book remained open. I couldn't close it. I couldn't overfeed watching the painting of Van Gogh, autoportrait ( with cutt ear). I...

-Have you arrived?! Yes, I am! -Did you got tired? -A bit yes. And like this our routine went on. Sometimes speechless and sometimes...