I'll never forget the girl who came from Makhachkala (a dangerous city not far from Chechnya). For two days she saved money to visit. She literally lived in my yard for a week, sleeping on a bench and every day we spent together, walking the dog, she collected the gum I'd spit out, cigarette butts from cigarettes (in my youth smoking was considered a fashionable pastime). She gave me two songs about me and my life, and later did a concert in her home country.