I waited for you a long time. Many times, I imagined this moment. I wondered what it would be like. Would I have a moment to welcome you, to talk? As you know, I’ve lived long enough to have time for such reflections. I didn’t come up with anything wise. I hope you’ll forgive me. Everything I wanted to tell you gradually stopped mattering to me. It seemed so trivial and insignificant. Before I leave this place, I wanted to tell you my story—to leave something of myself behind in this world.