It was not an easy year. I had planned my orchestra and written my composition. I played my tunes in my room while people were sleeping. My fingers were so intimate with my board and my mind always wandered off. Rain fell almost every day and I slept with two layers of blanket. I began my day with a cup black tea and ended it with two apples. I started to listen even more foreign music. I learned how to ignore voices inside my head. I saw people go even further, но не со мной.