The director whispered in my ear words that caused me distress and distress, so I left him angry. On September 2, 2005, at ten o'clock in the morning of that day, I was standing in the main hallway of the hospital. The hallway was at the crossroads of parts of the hospital, and I, like him, was standing at the crossroads of parts of my life.

People come and go, but no one talks to anyone, and no one pays attention to anyone. Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist tightly as I turned around. My eyes bulged out and I wondered: How did he know where I was? He did not say a word, and I did not speak. He walked and I walked with him like a little child. We walked together on an unknown road.