I am called to Dolores Макбрайд, and I from birth suffer from the very rare form of allergy : touches to other people cause the strongest burns for me. I can not kiss a fellow, hug parents, go out from house, not wearing glove. I неприкасаемая. I as if live in the bewitched lock that holds me a captive and punishes burns and scars for every attempt of "escape". Even thought of the name for the prison: Стигмалион.Me already not reduces an idea to despair, that I all life will be the captive of the diagnosis - and I will die a captive. I do not amuse itself dreams, that from my illness will invent medicine, and I do not bargain that I will meet a man not abandoning burns on me.But to what this of great vitality sense is a hope. And suddenly will I nevertheless accomplish escape from Стигмалиона? Suddenly and will I be able once to get to know all of it : touches, cuddles, kisses, madness, freedom, love?.