Eugene Grishkovec. (№ 208043)

I have to hand - line. And I know that there are life line, heart line, line of mind. I don't know, I don't know how to read them. But if they believe it means that my hand can find to my friends who shook my hand. Here are my strong emotions. My events. Big events ran deeper, a little almost invisible. Somewhere in here - my childhood dreams. Here are my main decisions. Here even the fact that I could not do that. Here something I'm proud of. And for that I am ashamed. Look: it's my life. In these lines.
Take my hand.
And if you believe that all these symbols are not random, then among them you can find year, day and hour when I was born. My hometown, my first steps, my parents, my first timid love, my suffering and joy, my lies, which I managed to hide. And the pain that lied to me.
Here the people I love, things that I failed and those that did not have enough forces. I have lived here. And even say that among these lines is the future. And if so... If so, then somewhere among these lines already have you. I don't know how to read these lines. Here they are. Here I whole.
Take my hand.