All week we spent our time rehearsing and going to different places because we were one of the lucky ones to get in. I have no time for myself even in writing. Fortunately, the novel I'm writing is over so I don't have any problems. I still have a long time and I can't sleep so I'll just look for my own distraction.
I picked up the laptop and brewed coffee, I just took bread and stuffing. When I realized that all I needed was something in me that I was not satisfied with, I looked around, very quietly and I could only breathe in one air. I even overcame what was left because I didn't even have anyone to talk to at home, no one was preparing me coffee and no one was making noise. Instead of going straight to the living room I went out of the house, in the small yard there was a mini table
