In this series, five friends imagine themselves in my shoes and write an entry for the diary. 1. After the last few months, today wasn’t such a bad day. On my way to the metro I bought myself a kebab, got sauce on my coat and didn’t mind too much. I went down the stairs leading to the metro, careful so as not to trip, and in the passage I stopped for a few minutes to listen to a guy playing the cello. Beautiful music, I thought. Gripping the cane in my left hand, I carried on down a path which until then had always seemed narrow to me. I didn’t feel anxious, I think because for the first time in a long while I wasn’t cutting off my nose to spite my face. Tonight, I’m still doing well. Tomorrow, we’ll see. Even so, today was a relief. Now I see the world, I see myself moving in this world, and at least I don’t feel disgust. These are the possibilities. I embraced them today in the metro, and later, even when it got dark and I hardly knew where I was, when, after losing myself in the darkness, I managed to arrive home, I thought (I swear I thought) I would happily lose myself again tomorrow.