It was late spring, I was picking up my son Victor. I waited for him next to the kindergarden as usual.

I was tired. The only one keeping me alive now was my precious son. We lived in the "worse" part of our town. The days were all same and it was slowly eating me.. The lady who comes to pick up her daughter everyday was standing there with me, we usually don't talk, but I am desperate for human touch, for understanding..