Each generation faces its own trials. Each generation creates its own meanings as best it can. To survive, we were told, we need to ride the wave, but no one can say how this wave will crash onto the shore - dirty foam or life-giving moisture. In any situation, you must learn to hear the “human” in yourself in order to get out of the crucible of events. How similar we are when in the evening, after the chaos of the day, we look at the sky, at the moon, at the stars and ask the question: “Why?” The Universe sends us signs, we must be able to “read” them. My reading of the signs of existence is in this book of poems: I have been wandering in this darkness for a long time, In these ear-splitting sounds. The soul is heavy and dark - Maybe light is born like this in agony? In my texts, although often gloomy, there is a search for light. I wish everyone to find it both in themselves and in others.