Character: Alice (Alice)

- Do you love her?
Yes.
How do you know?
- Dad, I don't...
- It's a simple question. How do you know?
- Without it, life loses its meaning.

The moral of the story is: no matter how much we tried, as much as something not wanted... some stories don't have happy end.

Grandmother in Botswana teach their children: if you are going to go fast - go alone. If you're going to go far - take a friend.

Nature is a cruel bitch.

Is it really that simple? Surely love is not Grand gestures and not just empty vows, not promises, which are easy to break, and the evidence of pardon? A series of miniature memories that should lead you to him who waits?

In Botswana there is a saying: "Go o ra motho, ga lelwe go" - "Friends come, Woe to go".

How can you have some kind of relationship with someone who you hiding something?

- I would like to touch you. Later.
I'm not a prostitute.
I'm not going to pay.

Better to die free than live a slave.

To die love is a beautiful death...

If I were bolder and less shy, I would like to make men pay me for sex. But I dared not. Sometimes I thought about it, fantasized. Now I'm too old. I had to pay.

I talked to you about love. You talked to me about umbrellas.