It's 3: 10 a.m. I do not know exactly why I'm starting to start my articles with the exact time. But still, Alina sleeps beside me, wrapped up with all the quilts. Air conditioning is on and I just lit

It is not enough to overtake myself. I want to love what I do. What I do. I love what I do. To the left are about 17 pairs of shoes aligned with the wall, and on my right are two pairs of boots now. And