In the morning I meticulously examined my reflection in the mirror and waved my hand indifferently. I had to borrow cosmetics from my mother in order to somehow put myself in order. My hair was in a creative mess and there was nothing I could do about it. Of the styling products, my mother found only a comb. Jeans and a T-shirt are not the best attire for work, but today I didn't care.

The terrible spiritual devastation was not made up for by the three hours for which I managed to fall asleep. The obsessive thoughts that brought me back to that terrible month tormented me with frenzied cruelty...