And one day, after a woman I met on the street did the same and I later asked her why, she told me that, best she could tell, her tears had had something to do with my being happy and strong, but vulnerable too.
Kādu dienu, kad uz ielas satikta  sieviete izdarīja to pašu un es viņai pajautāju, kāpēc, viņa atbildēja, cik labi vien spēdama, ka asaras birst tāpēc,  ka esmu laimīgs un stiprs, bet reizē ievainojams.