Recently, by the will of fate, I visited in communication with students. I thought a lot...I doubted her “normality” rather.I agreed to meet with a girl-client of clocks at 10 at her.I live in the dormitory.We go into the room.She shows a place where to do something like not the tubes, not the table...There breaks up a kind of stunned girl and says: “I’m going to dry up?”"...and approaching the microwave loads her socks...I pretend that this is normal...After a minute she gets them and pleased leaves...Then we go to the neighbouring rooms...in the closet the door is shut.I’m going to see what to help—it’s just broken oil...in the room on the table is standing overheaded and a cupcake of tea in the head was warm-watered, in theFrom the tube pour "warm".