“I’m a thief, an awkward teenage girl with monolids. I’m a runaway, who left her homeland, her people, her language behind. Everything I do – is lying, stealing, hiding. What did you see looking at me at that moment? What made you stop and lift my freezing torn body from an ice-coated blood-stained ground?” – wrote a young girl about fifteen with her hands shaking in a cheap copybook. Her fingers refused to obey. Must be because of chilblain. He slightly opened a door into her room and asked without looking inside:
- Woke up already?