I left the northern mountain village, left my almost crazy mother, and embarked on the journey south. I met a man who survived on the train. He made the car his home, and imagined that the final stopping point was in the north. The girl I loved had long gone, and I could only walk and stop alone. During the journey, in my life, in the confusion and unknown, I touched our emotions, condensed into a solid existence, and it has always existed.