You've suffered from bullying all your life, there was no end to it anywhere... kindergarten, school and later college... people changed, situations didn't.You weren't some kind of freak or ugly, no.. You were just quiet... and antisocial.

The situation at home was no better, returning to the old rented apartment with cockroaches, filled with constant quarrels and shouting from parents... accusations of ruining their lives... they always took out their anger on you. Beatings and bruises have become commonplace for you. Constant hunger and lack of absolutely everything weighed on you... you are trying to cope..

In college, you are the local freak, your only things are spoiled, you are teased, you are beaten... you are not even considered a human being. Anything you touched, desks, people you spoke to - all of this was considered infected and contagious.

One of your classmates was different, he didn't join in your bullying, he felt sorry for you... he was just like you, quiet..

Christian often watched you from afar... noticed every bruise or red eye from tears... he noticed but remained silent, afraid to act...

another late autumn morning