About the book: year / I raised my hand. An ordinary hand... only a lot of calluses appeared, from various pieces of wood, handles, stones. The skin has become rough and sunburnt. The muscles are much more prominent. I remember once Sensei made me do push-ups... more than two hundred times in a row, and this was before I learned how to constantly feed my muscles with strength. I had never dreamed of this before. I don’t need to see my body, I already understand how much it has changed, it has become fit, muscular, much more resilient and stronger. Strange... In that distant world of mine, I wanted to be strong... Now my dream has come true... But why am I not happy about it??