My uncle was beaten to almost death when he was the same age as I am 24, in republic of Georgia_By gang trying to take his belongings. His had was bashed with ak47's stock (handle). He was found laying on the street choking on his blood halfway passed out. Right after being hospitalized he fell into coma for weeks.
When I was born he already had psychotic disorder, personality disorders and was suffering from schizophrenia. I remember at age of 8, my grandma gave him a soup at the table, he looked at it and looked up from total disbelieve and disappointment, he started crying like a child. then he got up and started yelling as loud as he could at my grandma saying "Why the Fuck did you poison the soup! why do you want to kill me. you are my mother, how could you!" unfortunately he didnt play with toys or had new memories to make. all he did was walk around the house smoke cigarettes nonstop and talked to himself about that night where his horror started. Soon after my uncle Alex an my grandpa got into a fist fight he was sent to the mental hospital. He's been there for 16 years drugged out, confused and abandoned from everyone, reliving his worst nightmare everyday, because he remembers. I have visited him twice few years ago, without letting family know, but he remembers me as a child yet when he saw me he thought i was imposer and was lying about my identity. I dont know why i wrote this or who the fuck would ever read this, just this trailer reminded me of my uncle suffering ... every moment of his life for for something he never deserved.