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You are not afraid of being hurt. You know: whoever hides from pain is hiding from life itself.

“Hmm,” the Doctor thought for a moment. - About a thousand years. Plus or minus eyelids. I run away - they catch, I run away - they catch - that's a summary of all my lives.

People forced to be constantly on the run, had no choice but to count on chance. The more incredible the case was, the more natural it seemed. And these days, the ordinary sometimes looks like a fairy tale. Not a very funny fairy tale, but surprisingly, the end of it is often much happier than you might expect.

“Maybe sometimes it's the same thing, big brother.

Unfortunately, decades later, I had to admit that I was wrong: there was nowhere to run. All these were links of the same chain, differing only in size: our quarter - our city - Italy - Europe - our planet. Now I understand that it was not our neighborhood or Naples that was sick, but the entire globe, the entire Universe, all the universes, no matter how many there are in the world. And nothing can be done here, except perhaps to bury your head deeper in the sand.

Don't run, face problems.

- Why are you doing this, Vlad? Are you punishing me? Do you think I'm not suffering enough because of my mistakes? Don't understand or remember them? No. Each of them is an open wound - here. My escape from Romania, after which you were left alone in complete darkness. Every frightened look that hurt you, making you feel like a monster. My fears, my weaknesses. Inability to accept you immediately and completely as you are. They're all here. Hurt. They don't heal. Do not allow to breathe. You know what I want now? Cling to you with your hands. Strong. Snuggle up to you with your whole body and not let go, no matter what you say or do. But I can't. You couldn't touch your skin before. But it wasn't that important because I could touch your soul. And now I can't do anything. Do you hate me so much that you don't even want to see?
- Nope. I love you so much that I can't see.

When someone lies to escape reality, they will be destroyed by another lie. You can escape, but you can't hide. Lying provides room for manoeuvre. Escape is shameful but effective.

Any addiction, from my point of view, is an escape from reality. On the one hand. On the other hand, the desire to relax, just cut off your head on certain problems. A person cannot sleep, he has a feeling of unrealization, regardless of whether he is a creative person or not. The problem is the provision of qualified medical care. On the one hand, the cure of chemical dependence, because alcohol and drugs are the chemical dependence of the body. The structure is changing. On the other hand, qualified psychological help is needed. Relatives are sometimes unable to provide it, no matter how much they want to. Loving a person, they can not cope, because that person, their beloved, dear, he is transformed into the creature with which they do not understand how to communicate with him. Even if at this point he is not under the influence of drugs. His condition is taken out, and then, having recovered, it seems that he is sent further to the family. We need the help of an escort, because a person cannot cope on his own!

- I'm running from nothing. I'm afraid of emptiness. People come up, get an autograph, take pictures of me. They think they know me, and I want to be who I seem, but I'm not. They see vanity in me and take it for kindness, but I know there is emptiness inside. No matter how I run, I can't hide from her.

Listen to the song of Rodrik the First, the cowardly of kings!
When ferrets raced from the bottomless mines of Soleur into a raid,
He hid in the highest of towers while the alarm sounded!
Here it is - the moment to show valor in a fierce battle.
But Rodrik the King turned yellow with his face, because he is not one of the brave.
Clutching his tail and hiding his face, he sailed somewhere in the distance.
The people called him and begged him, but he did not feel sorry for them.
But fate repaid, the ship was broken, and the coward disappeared forever.

- Come on!
- Sho come on? Did you start throwing in the middle of the day?
- Let's talk.
- Sho tell you, bald?
- Oh! See, Olga Nikolaevna. She already came up with a nickname for me. Bald.
- And who are you? Do you need sho from me? What did you stick to me?
- And I need to know for what transgressions before society and the law you, citizen Valyukh, have a criminal record?
- Omechka! That's not what you thought. Vanya!
- Sho Vanechka?
- Vanyusha.
- Sho Vanyusha? Where are you going? Sit, I said!
- Vanechka, well wait, well wait.
- Escape, huh?

You can't run away from yourself forever.

“Not so bad if they think about it, darling. So they want you to stay.