It has been four years since I left school and moved to another town. I had the feeling that I am still young and on my way up and so are my former classmates. Young and Unbreakable. When I came back last summer for a visit I heard that one boy was nearly dead by drugs and this made me cry a lot even if I don’t now him very well. During my visit I heard more and more stories about bad turnings in old classmates life’s. I don’t really know why but those were mainly stories of young men and that made me even more depressed because I didn’t have a good connection with them. I am just somebody for them. Why should I care? I also thought it was kind of ironic that all of those men were standing on a cliff because they were always count as the ‘strong sex’. How hard is it to identify their own positions in life especially while everyone is talking about strong women and the feminism? Who is their catcher in the rye? Mentally I brought them into a safe space so they can’t fall down now.