Here it is, I enter this state of thinking and feeling, and suddenly I turn around, where am I? What should I do here? In an office with nice people, but no life. What am I doing here when I want to wrestle with Russia, the Copts, feelings and feelings? Suddenly I feel what I felt these two mornings, in a slightly different way, and I say: body, soul, heart! Poor people; They are wasting and dying, moment by moment... nothing... nothing.