I just sat with my girlfriend outside. They live in a poor neighborhood with big soviet style houses. It was night and I looked at a house in a window. There was a person, a person with feelings, with problems, with money problems. The house had about 50 other apartments. In every one a person. The whole part of the city is made of hundreds of those big houses. Thousands. Every person at least as many problems like me.
I felt so insignificant.



