In primary school, I had a friend three years older than me who I was in love with. She had a drug problem. She listened to punk rock music and wore sneakers pierced with safety pins. She also had a boyfriend, a fan of the capital sports club. He didn’t like me. I also remember an incident when I spent the night at school with the Scout troop. The closed school was surrounded by tracksuit militia. They wanted to get inside. Back then, I really wanted to have wings and fly home safely.