There are many stories that make up this book in our country. So different, and at the same time so similar. Each person has their own crisis. When I write these stories on my blog, people often comment: “It’s about me,” or “A guy like that also lived in my yard,” or “The same thing happened with my grandma.” Because everyone had their own personal crisis in life. When such a crisis happened to me, I cried, and my little daughter stroked me on the head and said, “Mommy, don’t paaaanic, everything will be okay!” What helps me survive—and all these people— is faith that soon “everything will be okay.”