Just becoming someone would be enough. Better still if that someone were someone else. I had to do something, though. The monsters which prey on our hearts feed on our inertia. They don’t grow because we are defeated, but because we give up. I emerged from my prison cell and went back to university. I got top marks on my Criminal Procedure exam. I needed to take six more courses before I could graduate. I asked old friends who’d started their studies with me to give me a hand. But they were all working on their theses and didn’t have time to turn back and help me catch up. Once again I shut myself in my room. I drew up study schedules that I updated on an hourly basis. But working on my own on subjects which didn’t really interest me just served to remind me how much my present life had become the result of all the defensive choices I had made in the past. I needed to escape, and asked My Uncle if he could give me a job in his firm. It was exactly what he wanted, but not now—first I had to get my degree.
