“I can’t speak. I’m too afraid. Look, I’m crying. God, every time I try to tell my story, it causes a horrible headache, because of all these memories, hunting me. You see, I collect Winnie The Pooh toys. Everybody brings them to me when finds them. Winnie is stout, and even if he has a breakdown, he still smiles to everybody. He doesn’t want to trouble anyone. He has lots of friends, a pretty house, and he doesn’t need much… What I’m saying is, even if this may sounds ridiculous, Winnie helps me to make it through the day, stay optimistic, advance in something, and believe in myself.”