"My name is Asra. I am 33 years old, alcoholic, cocaine addicts. I smoke 50 cigarettes a day and I am all alone on the earth." I repeated my these words three or four times more, as every morning the last 15 years, only with a change in years. It is used as a map, as a definition of my life. It is a miracle how it rallies every morning as far as my mind and the amounts of chemical substances. I laughed wryly with the thought, mainly because I had consciousness of my condition, but I did nothing to improve it.