The place where I was born and raised, where I have lived for 18 years, unexpectedly changed dramatically on my birthday. All the confusing things happened one after another. And after being alone for so long, I suddenly had a mother who told me some strange things. Then I started not understanding. . Not understanding what we are, no, what I am. I dug desperately into this black, black memory, and there was only a hazy glimmer slowly approaching. . . Near. . .