About the book: year / I held you in my arms, wrapped in a blanket. You walked and stretched your tiny palms towards me. All the wounded beast inside me wanted was to throw you out the open window. But you smiled at me. And I couldn’t, dooming you to an unenviable fate. Could I have thought that after many years I would not recognize you as the one who would heal my heart devoured by hatred? The one who would become my meaning. The one that I would swear to save at any cost.