Character: Son

They live here for generations. They have no life.
- Yes, they live. They have dreams. The harder the life, the more valuable dreams. As long as you have dreams, you live. Life without dreams is no life at all.

- Ah, Eli University of Kingston. <...> You, my son followed this family tradition.
Even if I didn't want to go here?
- Like me, like my father before me, but we stitched in Kingstone, why we are here.
- This is nonsense!
Is the same thing that I said to my father.
- Wait, what?
And it is also said -- And he told me the same thing I'm telling you, word for word.
- How is this possible?
- I told you. And he said that... And that.
[Glow in the dark figure on the tower:]
- Get out of my University!
Okay, something new.

On the contrary, my father, in addition to dawn, never Malvasia. He, they say, before the marriage did not believe that hell is; however, SENASA my mother, soon believed that an evil spirit eksisteret.

A young person is like wax.

Hell if sees what is hidden, and outside everyone sees.