He sat across me on the floor, nodding slowly and silently as I told him all that I had to go through by myself. His patience was amazing because when I stopped talking it was near midnight and obviously I halted just because I had the inevitable jaw-ache. Sometimes I cried as I spoke... at others I was like a 6 years-old who had memorized his part in the play, ie. as fast and monotonous as I could get. All he did was to listen to me, refill my coffee mug occasionally and eventually held my hands in his.