Character: Theo Faber

That night was played in strong snow storm. Mom came to my bed, I pretended to be asleep, and then snuck out of the house into the garden and stood under the falling snow. Arms outstretched, I was chasing the falling snowflakes and watched them slowly melt at the fingertips. I was happy and sad at the same time - and, frankly, couldn't put it into words. My vocabulary was too small to catch is a network of words. Probably to catch the disappearing snowflakes is how to catch the happiness, when the acquisition ultimately does not give you anything. It reminded me that there is, outside of the parental home, the whole world: a huge, indescribably beautiful world. The world, which is still unavailable to me. Snowy night in the garden stood before my mind's eye for many years. As if the hardships which that life was surrounded, made this moment of freedom even brighter - as if a tiny light in the midst of hopeless darkness.