PS:  - Just in case, I was not using stupid masks.  They were feeling
   bad and, in some way, watching my face was comfortable to most of them,
   specially the children.  They always think I am funny.
   I gave up Criminology area when much younger, before ending the Law
   degree, because of a kid's corpse.  It was fucking brutal watching it.
   His father should protect and love him, not kill him.  It was the
   second dead child of my life and definitely it was enough, but had to
   watch more children corpses in the last months.  And lots and lots of
   people older and younger than me.
   And, I ask pardon, but now I am completely sure that my life is a
   disgraceful shit, but I do love it.  I do love being alive.  It's
   always fucking interesting and my memories are part of who I am now.
   My memories, fears, and traums can be scary or sad, but are important
   part of my life.  So I can live with them pretty well, I think.  Or I
   die trying it.  ;)
   (But some problems are sooo fucking boring...  Me too, I know.  Sorry,
   bad mood.  Need more sugar.)