My name is Vasyly Rohovy. I am from Austria.
….Try to imagine a cold February evening… in a little Ukrainian town….
An Eighteen years old guy goes along dimly lit street, fine dry snow is falling. His collie trails behind him. The guy is constantly stopping, waiting for his dog. He is lost in thoughts about his hated IT study at university, about his girlfriend (they had stupid quarrel again today) about many other problems so important, so intractable problems. In five minutes, he will be laying unconscious and everything that was so significant a few minutes ago, will not mean anything anymore. His previous life will stop to exist forever.
That guy was me twenty two years ago ( the full version is here).
