Lingua Latina is the greatest thing I've ever learned... I like it so much! Speaking with teacher, translating "Romulo et Remo Romae conditoribus" and searching for mistakes in sentences I've translated.

- You aren't for this university. It's a dump, a real dump! You're another. Your soul isn't here, it's somewhere on phylologic faculty.
- I know, but what I can? I like medicine, it's my life, my fortune. Ma passion, mon pays, ma prison, ma patrie...
- You'll be a good doctor really, but it's not a deal of your heart&soul. Think about it. It's yours. I mean it, this dump isn't for you...

I was hearing and thinking, how right he was, for Crissake... I like it, but my place is there. And every Tuesday this weak place of my mind hurts. I mean it. It really hurts. What should I do? Who would guarantee, I won't mistake again?..

Funny note: that was only men, who asked me about my hurted hand as in the group as the teachers. At the next weekend we'll go to the cafe, I mean a few students from our group: to study Latin with my help and drink a cup of coffee. I feel myself a human with them really. They're cool: not cruel, friendly, funny... I like 'em.