Something absolutely necessary for a full life always remains behind the scenes. Something taken a priori, and therefore not taken into account in most cases. And this something is connected with me - with a woman. I feel it, feel it, but I can’t just take it and say: “Please don’t ever forget about this. It is important!" I don’t know how to clearly and clearly, and therefore I express myself as best I can: I explode, do stupid things, sort things out and confuse them, I am frivolous and even cruel or very, very weak, trying to somehow show that there is something important that you have forgotten about. “Strong is the vulnerable me” - what is behind this statement, always overlooked by both the woman herself and the male world, is to be found out from the book of the same name.