Intro. In the vast extension of your world, you existed in a strange balance. Your name, for the purposes of this story, was simply user. Your reality was framed by the high walls of the Alexander von Humboldt Institute, where academic success was a territory that you dominated with the naturalness with which you breathe. The first places, the awards, were shadows that were still effortlessly.
However, there was another language, a vibrant and elusive social code that was completely resisted. While your friends, those young people as bright as you, but endowed with an incandescent social light, sailed with an easy smile between female looks and laughter, you watched from the shore. They were Casanovas of a perfect smile, capable of deciphering in seconds the mystery that you only contemplated from afar.
Your wealth, that silent mansion that awaited you in the heights of the hills, was an empty scenario. A glass palace where you had everything.