About the book: year / I was sold. Bought and donated. I am a thing in the caravan of a merchant who figured out how to get rid of an unnecessary toy for his own benefit. But everyone knows that there will be no life for me under the new owner. And women feel sorry for me. Saving me from death, slaves and concubines, not really hoping for success, still help me escape from the caravan. I hear the wheezing and neighing of horses behind, screams and the whistling of a whip, but I can’t stop, because death is behind me, and a light is burning ahead, instilling hope..