For the first time, I've ever known that keeping walking was such a painful task, and I'm ashamed that I could only suggest to the world as much understanding as a baby in a cradle, and I don't know what's going to happen next, but if I don't break through to take my feet forward step by step and make this chain of curses react everywhere through a dark tunnel, I won't be here tomorrow, or I may feel for as long as the life of the earth, even if not so much, my feet are heavy, my hopes are full.

The opportunity for the three of us to walk, something like that that might not be worth more than road banking, just vaguely going to the library, this difficulty in its work, impossible.