Correspondent of Myself explores the strange country to which he was once thrown. "Myself is a suffocating country, dominated by delirium, fever, anxiety," he writes.

"I have requested expatriation on several occasions, but they tell me that you can only get out of here through Buddhism or death," he says. "The train of Buddhism, for me at least, has passed and the train of death is often late," he adds. 'I don't know if this serves as a chronicle. To write it, in addition to the cold shower, I have needed to take an anti-anxiety medication because in the country of this Myself it is easy to get them'