“…There are things that you simply hate intuitively. I can't look at the fire, the fog makes my legs tremble. But I have to live with it day after day.Raising my head, I keep trying to imagine what the sun, clouds, clouds and rain look like.All the things that he told me father in childhood. But, alas, my imagination was not enough for this. It is difficult to draw in my head an image of what I have never seen ... "