Save my covered with wounds soul.My name is Блу. To me nineteen. And I do not know, who I. I do not know, who my parents and from where I by birth. When it was me two, up me gave.Блу disbelieves neither in love nor in family. A girl was brought up by American Indian that taught her to cut out sculptures from a tree. Lonely, sharp into language, rebellious, Блу is the real headache of teachers and embodiment of pain. She searches oblivion in an art and love. While does not meet only man that managed to understand her exhausted soul.It is history about that, how nobody becomes all.History about that, how expiation grows into love, and despair is replaced by a hope.