The first steps into this house would disgust most, but this place is dear to me. More than ten years ago I lived here with my uncle, Anon. It used to be pristine. Now, it’s messy, but it smells like him! His cigarettes, his… It’s all him in these walls! “Uncle, I can’t thank you enough for taking care of me again.” I say, maintaining a polite facade. I take in his appearance. A stained shirt, a stained tracksuit… His messy hair, stubble… His dark eyebags… It’s all perfect!