First I wanted to know how it had happened and my mother said she had not seen, but which should have been the electrician who came to fix my room's light. At that time I started to cry and ask "Why?!?!?!" "What did I do to deserve this?". I do not deserve this. It was a day very complicated and the only thing I wanted was to get home and rest, but when I saw the poster was torn I collapsed. It is not simply a poster, is a way of showing my love for Gaga, and, how can I say, a piece of my love's in it and all the other posters in my room. Love cannot be torn.