I listened to you when you told me about the place where you’ve grown up, the people you’ve met and the relatives you’ve lost. You wanted to sail away from there but you’ve never seen a sailor. I bet you have seen [bad word] in my eyes but I know you’re hating pity, so I didn’t say a word and you went on with telling me things kids should never go through. Why are people born into injustice? Too many chances for some, not even one for others. Whatever happens at home won’t ever stay there, parents leave their mark on you, they leave their mark on you. You’ve heard about their dreams, and I have seen yours and what only came [bad word] is the fact to still be alive.