I wake up at 3.30 in the morning. I have to get up, I have to get dressed, I have to get out. But all effort is in vain. There’s this enormous pressure on my chest that won’t let me get up. I can’t remember the last time I slept through the night. On the one hand there is this strain of work, on the other hand this six-month course has exhausted me completely. In this moment I notice my armpits. They are completely wounded. Outside, the snow is continuing to fall. I lift my head with great effort and look out onto the street. My eyelids can no longer stop the tears. First a drop flows down my cheek. I am not used to this! I do not understand what is happening, why this teardrop is flowing? Then another drop. Outside the snow mercilessly falls onto the earth, almost punitively. Inside me there is someone else who suffers more than I do. Another drop and another drop… And then my tears begin to flow without hesitation. I cry. Who knows how much and what I had built up inside me…