This story was told to me by a guy with whom we were lying in the hospital. The boy was from the village. We were 16-17 years old.

Last year, he says, we were resting with his brother at his friend’s house. There were no parents, all the Spanish people gathered from neighboring villages. I was quickly taken away from a pair of glasses of samsung and I did not notice myself asleep where I was sitting. I woke up at night and my whole body was drained. In the darkness, I saw the silhouettes of the bodies with which the floor and all the available furniture were filled. There was nowhere to go, I decided to go home. He touched the body of his brother, threw it on his back and carried it two kilometers to the house. He threw his brother on the bed on the veranda, went into the house himself. At lunch, he says, I get up, I go out of the house to the veranda, I look at my brother. This is not a brother.

In general, it turned out that he was hooked home by some left-handed boy, whom he didn’t even know.