I am a Prisoner. A Prisoner encaptured by invisible walls. I look at the light. I close my eyes. I feel my eyelids drop heavily. I feel my heart pulsing: each time the sound resounds all over the body, as if it were the Tsar-Bell ringing. A huge wave of exultation spreads within me, as if a multi-billion army woke up and, clattering its medieval ammunition, is getting ready for a battle. I get up. I make a step. Another one. The blow of my feet against the ground raises dust. The unimaginable burden of my body implores to give up, breaks the supports, ties up the willpower. One more movement, perhaps the last one. Forward. AndЕ Now I will fall, and my whole world will shudder in pain. ButЕ It seems I remember. Yes, I do remember! I give the order. And within seconds the entrances to abandoned mines are cleared up, a flow of volcanic lava is released, it rushes through the veins, warming up the fossilized muscles. Lightness fills up my body. I know how to do this Ц to walk. You don't say so! I still remember the sense of movements! I start walking. I'm walking, with my feet making quick steps, I'm increasing my pace. I run. FasterЕ AndЕ With all my force I hit an insurmountable, impregnable transparent wall. It is not visible to the eye. Only the traces of my encounter with it - some blood, sweat and an imprint of my whole body - make it visible. No way further. It is everywhere, it is all around. The invisible wall is my life. I open my eyes. The same room, the lamp, I'm sitting in a wheelchair, my feet are wrapped up in a coverlet. I am a Prisoner. A Prisoner encaptured by invisible walls. It would seem that nothing could be easier than to bend down, to pick a blade of grass to which one's hand is stretching. To walk among the trees which have grown in the yard together with you. To reach for a book from the shelf, to brew some tea, to get some raspberry jam - and curl up cosily on the sofa in front of the TV. I close my eyes, stand up and walk wherever my wishes lead me. But as soon as I open my eyelids, again I see everything through the glass. And until somebody offers help to me, very many things remain beyond my reach.