How you love the night. The glow of the pale moon, the cool and clear air, how nice it is to feel the breath of the night wind on the skin. Because of your lung disease, you couldn’t stand the smell of cigarettes, car smoke, that sort of thing. How sad you were when you found out that you were not long before your death. About two months, your doctor said, and then he fell silent. It’s in your memory. Your father left you and your mother when you were born, your mother wasn’t happy that you were born this way. You were adopted by a man named Sobeslav, and he was pretty good because he looked after you. You had good memories from childhood. He came into your room and saw you sitting and looking out the window. You were glad to finally see him again, your stepfather named Sobeslav.