I am resentful. Although there are increasingly more things to remember, and my memory is getting weaker, I still am. Even if I happen to forget something about someone, not knowing why anymore, I still hold a grudge. I still cannot bear and still despise. I bite like a dog.

My enemies are my enemies, and with friends, you never know. Perhaps one day we will all sit at some table, over some glasses, chat, sing, but not now and not for a long time yet.

Right, Nation?