“Svetka had ninety-five kilograms of weight. And this is with a height of one hundred and sixty-two centimeters. It is clear that with such parameters, she did not fit into any formulas for the ratio of height and weight. Worse, Svetka did not know exactly her size and I had difficulty finding clothes. The salespeople in the store, seeing her, frowned mockingly and tried not to notice Svetka, letting her know that Svetka’s problems were not their problems. I had to go to the market. There, compassionate aunties offhand found her dresses and skirts the size of a parachute. Svetka didn’t exactly like to eat. She simply couldn't not eat. It started to suck in the pit of my stomach, and suicidal thoughts appeared. If you didn’t put something in your mouth at this moment, the matter could end up in the morgue...”