Instead of answering, he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder and carries me along a dark corridor. Only I think that my life has been lived in vain, as he turns to where I have already been today - the place where I woke up after a terrible night.

Bending down, he grabs the laces of his sandals with two fingers, and goes further with all the cargo - down the stairs, out of the house, wanders to the parking lot, where a large jeep is waiting for us. I hide my face because it shows relief: my sandals are in my hands, and one of them has...