In the early 2000s, when I was working as a night administrator in a computer club, I knew one San Sanich, with the appearance of an ordinary man (working as a second administrator there), turned out to have a drug addiction past, but tears from the needle.



He told me about the following...



Going down, as with all the calls, was extremely difficult for him. Understanding that a little more and the end of his meaningless, in general, life, he one day, decides to bind with a terrible past. Well, it takes willpower and iron confidence – enough. And a strong fear of an immediate death is also an incentive. But, as they say, it is easy to say, it is difficult to do. Environment, dependence, breakdown... Nothing worked out in the city. It was literally enough for two to four days. In his village lived his grandfather. A mature decision.



Not long thinking, he gathered and went to the village. How the spirit tells his grandfather his problem. Grandpa is in shock. He does not know how to help. He knows Sanya. My grandfather has a small, strong barrel.



In general, the grandfather locks his grandson in the cage for two months - such a deal. He carries food and cigarettes, squeezing into a narrow, like a slaughterhouse, window and hears how Sanya orets and asks to release him, swears he has healed, asks, prays, threatens, matters. In moments of calmness and conscious behavior, it passes through, closing with strong joints, a window with waste of vital activity.



The first few weeks are especially difficult. It feels like you are in hell. Then it becomes easier. Two months later, his grandfather released him and Sanya returned to the city. No gram since then. I tried to change the surroundings, but since I had no place to move, I stayed in the area and, of course, not once or two, I was offered to start again. Only he understands - that managed to get down to him once - is rather an exception to the rule. If you give a slug at least once, that’s all. Sometimes, when there are failures in life, he loses himself in "illusions", but every time he is restrained.



When San Sanich worked with me, he still did not accept (I think) and had, in appearance, a healthy appearance. What happened afterwards, I do not know.