My friend, Sanka, his parents put the second door. He comes home smoked in wood, opens the door... and sees a white wall. One half of them said, “What do I do?” The other is to break! Maybe it’s not my door? Broke up, broke up! He walks a few meters and moves. At this time, the father hears the sound from outside and opens up to look. After opening, he gets in his chest with his shoe 45th from the run... 20 minutes he was taught to walk again.