I’ve come to hate glass. Because for six months now, I’ve seen you only through it. In court, through glass. During visits, through glass. Sometimes they show you for a moment on TV—glass again. And of course, during visits we do that classic gesture everyone knows from the movies (and may it remain something you know only from the movies), when each of us presses a palm to the glass from our side and says something kind into the telephone receiver. It’s sweet, but you’re still touching nothing but glass. And another surprising fact: movie comedies have become less funny. Has this ever happened to you? You laugh at a funny moment, and for a split second you need to catch the eye of the person you love, laughing beside you. In that split second, a whole conversation takes place: - Tell me, isn’t it hilarious? - Yes, very. - I love watching you laugh. - I know. And laughing together at that funny moment makes it 25% better. Maybe even 30%. Yulia, my little one. Happy birthday. I adore you, I miss you. Stay healthy and don’t lose heart (though who am I kidding?) And sooner or later, we’ll melt the glass with our palms. And comedies will be funny again. Love you ❤️