Yossi's smile had the urge to make me cry. It was forced, indifferent, full of rejection and uneasiness, and there was a fierce inner struggle even to stand there. At that moment, I saw myself in him. Maybe my crying was for myself. I felt my heart trembling violently. I felt a little sorry for myself, but I also looked down on myself a little. Yossi became hesitant after experiencing the baptism of love, but I was like an old man entering his twilight years. It seemed like a century had passed. When I heard other people's advice or did not understand, I just smiled and continued on my own way. I didn't even know what kind of road it was. I couldn't see the end or the starting point. There was no one walking with me. I walked and stopped, looking at my world, and my eyes began to become cloudy. Sometimes I didn't know what I was insisting on.