Freedom
A.n entire life had passed. I had an infernal burden of the seven hundred and sixty-seven terrifying days. Nothing good could be seen in them, nothing kind could be found. No love, no joy, no happiness. The black opaque darkness that absorbs everything live and is always insatiable. The best years of my life were lost, health was destroyed and psyche was damaged for good. But I do not regret anything, it is better this way than the silent fear of the occupants. The long and hard way was lived through. It changed the very fundamentals of the human existence, turning coward boys into warriors. Nothing happens accidentally. Per aspera ad astra. The way to freedom is costly, and the challenges to overcome are providential. The only thing is to stop being scared.
Like two hungry wolve
