When I was seven I watched movies and if anyone died in the movie I was very sorry for that person. But one day a very nice girl was killed in a movie, my heart couldn’t stand it and I cried with burning tears. My dad didn’t get confused and showed me her photo on PC on the internet, there she smiled and there were videos on YouTube where she told me something. He explained to me that they are artists, that they don’t really die, that it’s all just a movie. Then there were several more times when he showed me pictures of people killed in the movie. I seemed to calm down and stopped taking everything so close to my heart. But one evening my older brother told me that all the photos my father showed me on the internet were taken before the shooting.