There were scary scarecrows then, wolves with ordas-jaws - like a bunch of barns, I'll tell you now! In indigestible anthills, revenge-thirsty beatings, tortures for animals. There were dishonorers, torsos in the moral mud, monotonous and prickly rib-foot fractures like a thorn, screams of grace begging in the school toilet, which could be smelled from afar!

And then there were contented sleeping tales, "Well, everything will be fine!" And, "Don't be afraid!" - and with a pleasing fist-right, sly-eyes, we ourselves have all become emigrants within the school in our morals: we have adhered to our principles! There was little satisfaction against the inner rush of bone-breaking slaps, a sacred vow: We'll show you! And like a bombshell, the many ugly punches ripped through us! “Emergencies roared through our thick threads on thick wires, at a troubled, violent pace:‘ If you stay in school, you’re sure to end! You will die! ”
- And there were no ominous intuitions that he was conceived in hell every day in the midst of deliberate, drug-dusting and stumbling; and the adult incomprehension proliferated up the weedy tarack in the other hemispheres of the brain! How did it happen then?

Without secret, benevolent human-faced angels, I might be able to smell myself today and not give violets as a gift! I won non-violin, eternally contagious wounds during duels: My gap tears were tainted with lots of vile, worthless sputum! And every single day, when given that I could survive, I could run sluggishly, and with an asthmatic obsession like a shoreless pursuer:

An uninhabited wound that longs for understanding and shelter! And yet how unfulfilled was the flood of supplications for the deaf, the last rock of cooperative humanism ?!