When I locked the door, it became a completely isolated nation. I became the king, the emperor, the Prime Minister of this small territory decorated with reddish tiles. It was just me, the silence and the toilet bowl. The silence surpassed the deepest cave of the most barren desert on the most distanced planet of the most remote Galaxy. And the toilet bowl, on the other hand, became my most personal, most amiable and most trustful friend in the Universe. Honestly, how many friends in the world would you let them to touch that special part of your body? And how many friends in the world would accept your most hideous output so wholeheartedly?