"Beginnings are always the hardest, like the beginning of life in labor, and the beginning of death in pain."

The beginning is terrifying; it makes one plan and plan and plan, and when the decisive moment comes, one goes back to planning and procrastinating. You must remember that time when you were frozen in front of the water's surface trying to jump into it, and how you hesitated then as you stood like a child watching your face on the sparkling surface and the soles of your feet burning in the sand, so you fidgeted with your half-naked body, begging for the moment when the courage would come to you to jump and the coldness of the water would hit you... It is the beginning, no matter how simple and easy the period that follows it is.

It is the terror of beginnings that will always be gripping.

The problem is not in this poor man whom you see now shackled, this pale, screaming, sweating face that has reached its peak of signs of panic, that was not his beginning, and it is not the problem either in the vast square of Ra'nan that extends over more than forty acres of wasteland filled with scrap cars or a bar

The train that cuts the square in half, shaking the

silence every few minutes.

So where is the problem?

Let us describe the scene in detail: a thin man in his forties, tightly handcuffed to a car seat, blood oozing around his wrists and feet from the handcuffs that were tied with absolute sadism, the heat of the sun from above is merciless, and the train track from below radiates its heat like the breath of a dragon. This hellish scene is only completed, in addition to his continuous screaming, by the train approaching on the horizon, wailing in determination as if the angel of death had come to whisper in his ear. The terrified man tries with all his might to break free, to no avail. The monster approached, a few meters and the iron wheels will make a dough of human flesh, and the victim... Adam Wagih."

Yes, his name is Adam Wagih. Remember this name well, we may need it soon. But now, let me tell you the story from the beginning.

I will introduce myself: My name is Adam, Adam Wagih.

Yes, exactly as you heard.

My name is Adam, Adam Wagih.

Yes, exactly as you heard.

This fool was not actually me. How did I fail? Why did I fail? In all honesty, I do not know, and I also do not know why one should be afflicted with these winding paths in his life?

A stubborn, unbalanced fate since the beginning of creation.

I see him as a sadistic emperor who sits on his throne on a high mountain, his eyes lighting up with enjoyment whenever he inhales the dust rising from the bottom of the slope, the dust resulting from the marathon of crowding and cohesion of the sons of Adam. There is no drawn path, but crooked paths and waves that collide one after the other to destroy orbits and orbits as if they were lines on a blank page made by the pen of a five-year-old child suffering from madness. I

will tell you what happened to me in the last twenty days of my life until the appointed day, the day I spent my life.