I had one finger opening the door of happiness with my hand closed and I was like this, into another world. Left-handed index finger. A careless driver had trampled on me, and I was in a position to speak even of my mind. He was not armed, and he had no preparation for living like a vegetable. My parents then thought of the computer keyboard. I couldn't use it myself, but I could hit the keyboard with one finger. One day in 1987, when he was 22, Glouche, who was walking on a chassslyze, was hit