The days passed and I could not grasp the march of time. How long had I given up hope? A day, a month, a year? I didn't know anymore, I was going through life indifferent to my surroundings. Like a robot, I just obediently did what was expected of me: I fought other wolves and bowed to Ivana. The emptiness in my heart had turned into an abyss and was swallowing me entirely. Nights of insomnia followed nights of nightmares, to the extent that I felt like I was going to collapse any minute, but I couldn't. I would have liked so much to let myself go to the unconsciousness, to forget all this pain, all this loneliness. I no longer enjoyed anything, even feeding myself had become a chore. I regularly forgot when my last meal was, as witnessed by my more and more visible ribs. I had never been
