I was sitting in one of the chairs at the liquor bar in the VIP room. Watching people gamble without much emotion involved. His composure was serious, where apparently no feeling lived, and his gaze was cold as a snowflake. But inside he was depressed and angry, nothing new… He was deep in thought while listening to Jazz music in the background, the sound of gambling machines and people's shouts of happiness or anger. I was overwhelmed.