If they ask what I was thinking in those endlessly long seconds before death, I’ll answer that most of all I wanted to… live! To everyone, I’m crazy. A criminal, deprived of family, friends, and a good name. A piece society decided to get rid of. And even the hellish little place I ended up in doesn’t hurry to accept a new inhabitant. People like me don’t belong here. Well, that’s fine! Maybe once I dreamed of death. But, only staring death in the eye, I realized how precious my life is.