A tenacious parental grip holds onto the hand of their offspring, which confidently tries to slip away. But time will inevitably weaken that grip, and in the worst case, the fragile connection may be lost. All that remains is to work on oneself and hope that the delicate hold will be replaced by a moderately respectful interaction — one that can keep the flame of kinship alive.

The gaze directed into the distance… The small person is limited not only by external space, but internal boundaries are already beginning to press on our fragile mind. Escaping from a wooden cage is not difficult, but how many more such cages await the small person on their life path? Cages that will not be made of wood. Cages as high as the sky.