The Witcher breaks into the monotony of my life with a light step. Soft, round shapes, beautiful and awesome, she teases me with her magic wand. He alone can work the miracle. Murmurs arcane formulas of magic and here I am young, beautiful and with the biemmevu. And for good measure with a few more inches of cock that she laughs at marble. But only until midnight, he yells at me joyfully and playfully, before disappearing in a cloud of white smoke. I am dazed to look down when he reaches the threshold of my being. I start the engine and run until I find a house on the edge of the woods. I knock on the door because I know I’ll find a Witcher inside. And in fact the one who opens me is so beautiful that nothing else can be. He welcomes me with a smile and puts his index finger on my lips. Dumb, I stay to watch him undress. he is beautiful without veils and without hesitation, while I realize that I already am. His bed is soft like her hands, like his fluffy hair. His soft lips, the most hidden ones are wet and welcome my desire to let him enter inside of me. I sink into that dream. His eyes know. His eyes strangely resemble those of the Witcher. My Prince is a Witcher. Suddenly I return woke. The door, where is the door? Almost the background in the stampede. just a cold wood. Return to the tree. I am a tree. I run away.
You are fine alone, but alone you suffer a lot. You would never admit it, but it shows in how nice you are to anyone, even to those who don’t deserve it at all. You want people to love you, and however much you walk with the air of someone who doesn’t need anyone, you constantly need someone. Boundless fears and tiny feet that don’t allow you to escape far enough. You don’t know how to go far away, then you miss the air and you don’t know what to do, you like Italy, but it’s not Italy that you like, it’s those ten or eleven people in all, without whom you would not know how to go on, because it takes you years to become attached to someone, but then it’s forever. Or in short, almost. Like all beautiful things. You make me smile when you say you don’t believe in infinite loves and then I find you moved in front of a cartoon that should have made you laugh. You never cry because you are disappointed, when you are disappointed you scream. When you cry it’s because you hope, hope and don’t want to admit it. Hoping hurts you, somehow. You think it’s not like you, so you cry watching comedy movies and justify yourself by saying you don’t really know why, “it’s been happening to me since I was little.” And how are you now? Do you feel great? You like the night and you like songs that are no longer used and idioms that are no longer used. Everything about you is sincere, even the way you dress and say the words. Even the way you breathe. You don’t control yourself, you can’t and you think it’s bad, instead it’s wonderful, you are a wild flower, one of those flowers that cannot be picked but only looked at. You perfume a lot, if you were a memory you would be the smell of freshly washed sheets, if you were me you would love yourself as birds love to fly, with a necessary love. If you were me you would love yourself so as not to die. I am here looking at you, you look like a poem that no one will ever dedicate to me, one of those poems that when you read them you think it would be wonderful if someone saw you that way and loved you so much, instead nothing, but no less beautiful , not for this, ever.
One morning you wake up and just at the exact moment that fraction of a second just before setting your foot on the ground you understand what you really want, what are you willing to put up with and what not, what or who are you willing to put aside because the thing is to One way street… And everything that crushed you until the night before, made you sick becomes the past. Important and non-erasable part of your life, but past. Something you don’t want to hear anymore. There is a greater awareness of who we are and what we want. The road ahead will be long and often difficult, but having chosen ourselves for once and not others will make us feel better. People will never stop judging every step you take, without wondering why you are doing it, or for the person you are inside, they can only see what they want to see without really looking at you. You may be the coldest person on this planet, but do you really want to hide behind a mask to look strong? Is it really so important to show yourself for what you are not? Do you really think you are that strong? We all have weaknesses, fears, insecurities, but we are never alone. Someone tried to reach out to you to help you, why didn’t you take it? You think you can handle everything by yourself don’t you? But is not so. Nobody is alone in this world, you have to get help from someone, you can’t carry all the problems on your shoulders, friends, family, a point of reference, it helps not to keep all the load on your shoulders, let someone take a little ‘weight off your shoulders, you will feel lighter. For me, being strong is like an armor that over time, through mistakes and experiences, you learn to fortify. Being strong is also understanding, for example when a situation repeats itself several times, you learn to manage it and not feel bad about it, when people disappoint you several times, you learn to know how to behave should it happen again, without spending too much time cursing you. I do not consider myself a totally strong person, we all have moments when weakness makes us fall .. you are never completely strong, emotions are too strong feelings to make you feel “invincible”. I don’t always feel strong, it also depends on the topic, but I try.
At 19 she was drugged and raped. At 20 he gets up and invents a handkerchief that can detect the presence of rape drugs inside the cocktails.
Danya Sherman was born in 1997.
In 2015 he enrolled at George Washington University to study international relations.
In the summer of 2016 he flew to Spain for a study experience.
Here, one evening, she is drugged and raped by an acquaintance of hers.
This difficult experience deeply traumatizes Danya.
Once back in the United States, she tells her friends about what happened and discovers that she is not alone.
At this point she realizes she has to do something to prevent the same thing from happening to other women as well.
In 2017 he thus created KnoNap, a handkerchief capable of detecting the presence of rape drugs in cocktails.
A few drops of the cocktail are enough and, in case of drug presence, the handkerchief changes color.
Danya's idea is to create a product that is discreet and that restaurants and bars can use instead of normal napkins.
Today Danya is the founder of a startup that aims to help women defend themselves from rape drugs.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 