Oh how they are cruel, that moment when they acquire beautiful clothes worthy of the homeland; like you want to say to your mother and your father, "I was fine to see that beautiful smile, that I miss her so much," even tear your eyes again; and the moment that is the hardest, when I get to the airport. I swear that no police and people to scream with the loudest voices, and I said, "Kvvvy, Eenough of this topic alienation!", damned, but I smiled to Icolo; I was okay.