I don't know if you, holding this book in your hands, have ever felt that you are useless, while you could be useful. You feel like screaming that you don't deserve to waste yourself, but you postpone it, guessing that for this outburst of yours, they would pity you rather than take you into account. To revolt seems futile and to consent seems humiliating. I know this deadlock well, I have experienced it. I even know how bitterness gradually turns into sweet anesthesia. To escape, one needs, like in everything, luck and effort. I will talk to you about these immediately. I will tell you how a man found himself confronted with the new Sirens.