Hey dad, it's already late. I'm still awake and I'm still walking down the street. I want to talk to you and ask you how it's going. And I want to let you hear what I made yesterday. Can you hear it, dad? Or do you want me to talk louder? Talk louder, it's thoughts that leave you behind. I can't understand that you leave me and Bram here. What was the reason that your mom... Never mind. It's too late, those things don't turn back. Now I have to learn to live with the pain on my back. One half shivers, the other turns its back on me. I've learned to accept, but I can't get it back. Mom taught us everything and gave a push in the back. But in puberty I found myself again. Now I shiver to the one time, the other my back. And if it gets too difficult, I pull back for a while. In search, with questions and torture. And no one played dad where you ask questions. Only my big brother, yes, he understood me. He told my little brother, this is all part of the game. A game, based on life. And sometimes you have to give life more than you take. Sometimes we have to fight to claim the opportunities. But do things differently, don't leave anyone alone.