We are nothing but the fruit of our childhood. How many children and young people have been deprived of the right to a decent life
and ended up in shelters and nursing homes, not all of which are actually
cared for. In that situation, it is nothing but friendship and love that
gives them a reason to fight and live. We want to rest, we really want to
rest. But life has made a promise to itself, which is, in fact, the truest of
promises. It has made a promise that it will not leave us indifferent and
deprive us of stability. Can we tolerate more? How? We have used all the
tools of living and patience. So how can we live longer? Can we live longer
at all? Can we?
