I have been here several years ago. I have never passed through this door. Although there is no risk in doing so, I have never passed through this door. I can see what is outside, and people can see me too. It forms a boundary that I will never try to cross over. Until I die, I know that I will never pass through this door. No. Never.

Probably, I have been here more than once, but I try to forget this experience. When one grows up, it is rather difficult to be honest to oneself.