About the book: 2020 / Perhaps we should spit on all this already. In the end, it wasn’t like cola turned into a sprite before our eyes. Just bizarre coincidences - who doesn't? But since everything happened not to someone, but to me, it’s not so easy to spit. Like winning the jackpot in the National Lottery: for an outsider, it’s a common occurrence that every week on TV someone wins; however, the dumbfounded winner walks in circles around the room and wonders: why me? So I'm walking in circles.