Stop, Moment...

"When you stare at the sun for a long time, then you can’t see anything around you. Everything turns colorless. Just like me. I lived, seeing nothing around me. And what was there to look at?

My salvation was my family—solid as a rock. My salvation were my unwritten books and my talent, even though it’s immodest to say so. Talent is like a newborn baby: it screams, demands to be attended to, and you have to service it, forgetting about yourself. My talent kept me afloat and told me, ‘Nothing is over. Everything will still be.’"