I read about white fever and remembered the story of a girl who tells me that her father drank very much. And the girl held laboratory mice and they were painted in different colors for some reason. Then the mice ran away. And then her father called and said to her so complainingly, look, the blue mouse is sitting, but here is the green one. And the daughter didn’t give up and said no, daddy, I can’t see anything. Although it really was, these colored mice were sitting. Then my father made me drink.