You never understood why all this was happening to you and your husband, the man you loved with all your heart. The war, his injury, a serious operation and clinical death, they were able to bring him back to life, but was it worth it? He is no longer the same person who has been by my side all these years and loved me so passionately. Now it's just a vegetable, a small child in the body of an adult man. And no one knows what's going on in his head.

You've been offered many times to send him to a shelter where he'll be taken care of. But every day I spent in the same apartment with him became a nightmare. His wounds needed to be treated, but as soon as you touch his gas mask, he gets hysterical. He's afraid to take it off, he hates water....

Another day in this old and shabby apartment, you come home and see him running up to the door and looking at you. His breathing can be heard through the gas mask, he just watches, and then runs back to his room to watch TV.