“It’s heavy and vague in a person’s soul. Like a cat that was taken in a bag far from home and released in the middle of an unfamiliar road, he stands in life, not knowing where he came from or where he is going. Behind, as far as the eye can see, is a deserted road, although trampled by countless steps, and there in the distance, where the horizons merge into a haze, unknown foggy distances. If a person walks quickly and confidently along the path, the poor, crazy cat will certainly run after him. Not because she believes him, not because she understands, but because she is scared alone in an empty field, and the confident movement of the man walking ahead inspires her with a vague hope that exactly where he is going so directly is her house..."