Solitary Star: I then had only one Hun, Aska, still young, about a year. We went with her to visit my dad. There, she was fed from the pulp with naturel, contrary to my “correct and balanced” dry food.
The morning. I woke up with a strange smell. My appetite woke up before me. I get up, I go to the mirror to scratch - on my head guirlandes of peelings, tightly chewed with hair. (My hair was then on the shoulder)... As I grabbed them out of there – a separate song.
The Mother’s Word. Aska asks for a pet, she is given, she is hiding in my room. He goes back, asks again, and so on. No one thought that she didn’t eat these pelmens, but carefully wrapped me in a haircut.
I wonder if it was she who nodded like that, or did she share it with me?