Character: Cara

In pain there is a special closeness. Anyone who has ever comforted a suffering, knows this is a helpless sensitivity; hugs, whispers and slow jiggle when the two are United against one enemy - pain.

All children are innocent. All children are inviolable.

The biggest for orphans remains love.

- Butterflies in the stomach. - Kara sighed. - I know what you mean. You know what I think? They are always there for everyone.
- As bacteria?
- What kind of bacteria? Butterflies! And butterflies for some people on a chemical level butterflies react to other people. It's like pheromones when they are around, the butterflies begin their dance. And nothing can be done, it's... it's chemistry.
Chemistry. How romantic.
You know. Bad butterflies.

- People can sometimes see scraps of the past, he said. The rest they make up themselves. Blame fairy tales with their pieces of truth here and there.
What is it really? - She asked.
- If you can kill something, or it can kill you, it's something real.