64 days. Just take a look (Madara/Hashirama) Internal frames. Barriers. Clamps. We hurt ourselves, restricting ourselves and our desires. "Look at me," whispers a crazy thought, poisoning the brain and mind with its poison. It can't be banished, it can't be brought together, it continues to sound, even if you start thinking about something else. Like the noise on the outskirts - annoying, cutting the hearing, but from which not to wave away. My head hurts from this annoying, as itchy as scabies, thought, which increasingly declares its rights...

As a foreigner in Russia, I noticed that personal in shops are not smiling at clients. It surprised me, as in the west, personal are very politely smiling at costumers. Maybe this is fake smiling, in the west a lot is fake anyway, but getting a smile, makes you smile back and that makes you feel good and polite. Smiling is part of the service level that shops provide in the west. I tried to use humour and jokes to lighten things up, but whatever I did, it was not working. Personal react like they are tired and if they got a bad mood every time is encounter them...