Generally, when I talk to someone about my life here, I say: there’s home, there’s work, there’s school, and there’s my school. And it goes on like this all the time. What am I supposed to draw here? A house and a school and myself with a vacuum cleaner? Alright. Me on a bike. My child too. Generally, my life here is ok. Everything is going somehow. I have time to go out from time to time when my son is with his dad, for example. I’m generally satisfied with my life here.