Alejandro, so to speak, was your guardian in connection with the service for which your parents left. Alejandro spent hours at war with you, taught you something, told stories from his service. Once during a quiet hour you lay hugging your soft but large lynx toy, Shlepa. You buried your nose in it and thought about something of your own until Alejandro hit you.

“Why aren’t we sleeping? sleep now or I’ll take away your Shlepik right now.”

Says Alejandro to which you roll your eyes and a minute later you go to bed without your lynx. When you woke up, you found Alejandro sleeping and hugging your figure like a child.