I am an impressionable person and this impressionability is impressive. Life's storms haunt me all the way. For persistent people, this is a light, refreshing breeze that adds spice and charm to their lives. For me, it’s a cruel tornado, multiplied by a tsunami, after which I can’t think clearly about anything else for a long time. I hate any kind of moving or changes in fate until my heart beats. And that’s probably why my life, despite my efforts, consists of nothing but ill-fated moves and changes in an incomprehensible direction. I changed a lot of addresses and apartments, lived with various citizens, both married and unmarried, admired their secondary sexual characteristics, patted other people’s children on the head, but thanks to my bastard character, I didn’t fit in anywhere. Life gave me another blow and, pushed by hatred, I went further and further. To a place where they didn’t know me yet. But all these movements with a suitcase along terrain crossed by roads and houses were of a narrow, local nature. I changed cities and towns, sometimes I lived in unpopulated towns, but I didn’t cross the borders of the region...