I had a sad story when I was a student. Before the Revolution of the Wall. Created the website of Santa Claus. For me, it was just a fun game at first... More than a thousand people joined me. And so, without adding people wrote. It was then that I realized how many unhappy people of different ages. I corresponded with everyone, listened to people’s problems, their failures and sorrows. They all made me wishes for the new year. And these desires were not in the style of “I want a car” etc. And in the spirit of “to become happy”, “not to be lonely”, “to cry less”. I got enough for a few months, lost appetite, started to sleep badly. He weakened greatly. Just morally did not get out of this, everyone wanted to help, to support. But I just left that page and left. What could I? Just say that everything will definitely go well, believe in your wishes and they will definitely come true. The Pizzeria. I still remember it with bitterness. Pizdjuk decided to just joke, and stumbled upon a terrible reality. In short, a lot of people are just in wild despair. For various reasons. People are all different, someone one situation will not touch absolutely, and someone, the same situation will drive in the corner. And in despair, I want to believe at least in something, be it a guess or Santa Claus. Something that gives a little bit of hope. These are sad things.