In the kindergarten I had Valer’s best friend. We played, talked, shared secrets and so on all day long. Such friendship happens once in a lifetime. One day I was sick for a week and did not visit the garden. He has recovered. I remember my dad bringing me on his arms to the group, where the kids and Valera gathered in front of the entrance too, and the teacher says, "Here is the Light." And here the best friend says, "and we too before a girl named Light went into the group." A week, Valeria, a week! The boys...