I was in bed all day. My white bed sheet reminded me of “kefen” (in Azerbaijan, a white shroud used to roll people in while burying) and of “belek” (in Azerbaijan, a white shroud used to roll new-born babies in). It was as if I had split in two. I fought with myself, and it lasted for 18 days. Today I climbed from the basement to the roof of the building to raise the flag of peace.