KAFES

The world here is as cramped as a prison cell, but our thoughts are as expansive as if there were no ceiling at all. Pressure, routine, walls - it's all the same, day after day. But inside, there is a stubborn calm and that inner strength that doesn't shout, but simply stands firm to the end. Each new dawn is like a march without rewards, where survival itself is victory.

There is no complaint in these words, only the even voice of a man who has seen a lot and now speaks the truth without embellishment. Between the lines is respect for those who hold on, even when the whole world seems to be against them. And somewhere beneath this armor, you can hear warmth - human, simple, stubbornly alive.