About the book: year / Having found myself here, in these circumstances, almost for the first time in my life I had the opportunity to think freely, to say what I think. During these few days I thought a lot about what happened to me, why? Punishment? Trial? Or is it that I have been given the opportunity to comprehend something that we, in the bustle and bustle of our lives at that time, cannot do in our future. Sometimes we don’t have enough time, sometimes we’re lazy, sometimes the blinders and stereotypes imposed on us get in the way. And the main thing is that we don’t seem to feel the need for it there. Life carries us in some kind of muddy stream, we flounder, we push each other with our elbows, we try to cling to some shore, some seem to succeed, but, in fact, this shore is shaky, or is quickly collapsing, or slowly creeps away, and here the man is again in the same muddy water, which continues to carry him into oblivion. And there is the same end for everyone, oblivion…