« She was strong, as strong as I was weak. She fell, she got hurt, she got up. She lived. And despite her failures, she continued to believe. Maybe next time would be the right one. Or maybe not. But by refusing to play, we were condemned to never know. »

« Someone had to have fun with the sound button, because the volume was getting louder and louder. Assaulted by the remix of a Barbra Streisand hit, I crossed my legs, closed my eyes and nervously clung to the armrests of the chair. A few more weeks, I thought. A few weeks, and I won't be here. At that very moment, someone hit my chair. My elbow hit the wall violently, just where it hurts, and an electric shock went through my arm. It was too much taste. I was. Very upset. It's curious how sometimes it only takes a simple scramble to make you mad. - Damn it! I cried, ready to unscrew the head of the stupid salesman who allowed himself this kind of familiarity with me. My elbow was still vibrating and I had heat waves in my neck. Very bad sign. Turning my head, I saw that he was not a salesman, but a guy of my age, black and curly hair, wearing a bright orange t-shirt. And that stupid SOURIAIT. "Hi! he exclaimed in a playful voice. All right? -What's your problem? I roar as I rub my elbow. - My problem? "You sent me into the wall, you asshole!" He blinked. - My God, what a language... I stared at him. You, buddy, you really don't fall on the right day... »

« I often think that it is difficult to be her mother's daughter. »