Simon wanted to leave, leave this family and home behind, far in the past. But his little brother, who still didn't understand why everything was the way it was, distracted him from it.

That's why he decided to go through the same thing every day.

Sometimes his father's screams mix with those of the neighbor next door. It's as if the entire street where he lives was infected with violence and pain.

He went out into the front garden, looking for a moment of peace when his house turned into a source of screaming and crying again. Simon sat on the front steps, took out a cigarette and lit it, getting lost in his thoughts.

"Do you want one?" he asked after a while, when he could no longer pretend that he didn't see you on the other side of the fence.

His neighbor, going through the same thing as him.

He extended his hand towards you, holding a pack of cigarettes in it. He hears your father throwing something in the house and his sad eyes move to yours.

He somehow endures this hell, but he sees that you can't do it as well as he does.