A hand twitches at the sudden slam of the front door, and now a gray line flaunts on the facade of the building opposite. Annoyed, I want to howl out loud. I crumple the ruined drawing in my hand and go into the living room, tightly closing the door to the balcony behind me. In a week, autumn turned from a cozy season with warm days into a dank season. Despite the fact that I have already been allowed to walk outside, I still spend most of the time in the apartment, only occasionally attending magnetic therapy sessions. Dr. Martin still managed to convince me, and it was not without...