“You know,” I said, “there is a Great Wall in China.” You must have heard of her. An insurmountable, impregnable wall running along the tops of brown mountains... And to penetrate beyond it, you need to walk six and a half thousand kilometers. Days, months, years will pass, rain, sun and snow will change each other many times, and you will still go forward, holding on to the Wall and not turning anywhere, adamant and invincible, like the Wall itself. Go knowing that somewhere there – beyond the Wall – they are waiting for you. They are waiting, just like you, overcoming rain, wind, snow and heat, patiently and adamantly. And they will never stop waiting. Because then everything will simply lose its meaning.