I’m going to learn to sleep sitting down, at stations, wake up when someone approaches, touches, breaths towards me, sleep when it’s light, work in the night under a newspaper. I will not be afraid. I will be a document of strength, of survival, sleeping and waking up, walking, looking. Sleeping under a tree, passers-by gaze, maybe fear. Becoming the environment, giving up my comfortable bed, my isolated room, safety, quiet space for only me. Exposing myself to danger, disorder and death, but also harmony, beauty and life. There is a lot to live for, lot to see and experience.