Second, get down. Stand up. The time in the habitual rhythm is tortured by a little complaint that the students force in their hearts. Report. Correct. The wrong actions over and over again scared a series of wonderful notes by the pointer raised by the short and serious instructor; Almost rigid charming body, in the humorous treachery, in the tutor's occasional praise in the local language, lazily turned into an elegant twist of limbs that was imperceptible in an instant. On a soft night, on the footprints of insects breaking the peace, clusters of people wearing camouflage appeared at the bottom of the dim street lamp unnoticed. Then, the loud military songs drowned out what happened or complained or regretted, leaving no trace ... sitting in awe. Sitting out countless feelings of serving the country, growing in the depths of my heart, sitting out how much understanding and tolerance I have enjoyed in my life.