By Ihor Antoniuk “But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it” Matthew 7:13-14 First, there was darkness. Then came the house. Grey – like the sky. With windows open to every wind. No frames, no shutters, no glass. Not a single apartment was sealed. That pale, dim light always streamed into every corner, flooded the walls and the tiniest cracks. As if trying to penetrate the very essence of space. Strangely, there were no doors. None at all. At first, I couldn’t believe this creation of a fevered mind. I hesitated, mulled it over. Searched for absurd explanations. Invented theories. For a long time, I didn’t leave the room – it looked like a matchbox. A solitary cell, not my former apartment. 'Where has everything gone?' I kept asking myself. ...