I go, I work, I don’t touch anyone. Here I turn into the courtyard alone, and there is a whole bunch of lawns with such fragile ice. This white ice is so funny. My day was even better. I am breaking the ice on the slopes, wonderfully simple. I hear a voice from behind, “Hey, boy!” I turn around, a 30-year-old man is walking by the hand of a young son. The man points to the broken ice and says, “You are this, leave us a little too.”

I smile and say, “Of course, it’s not a question.”