Character: Otto Koester

- Failure, Otto. Something we've had a hell of a lot of setbacks lately.
- I've taught myself to think no more than is strictly necessary. That's enough.

- Apparently, you get so used to bending your back at work that even a little bit of freedom somehow interferes.

- But better tell me, how are you feeling? Like a thirty-year-old?
- It's like I'm sixteen and fifty years old at the same time. Nothing much.
- And that's what you call "nothing special"? There couldn't be any better. This means that you have powerfully conquered time and will live two lives.

But spring in the yard. In the spring he always gets the EAS and is eager newcomer.

Birthday - the sort of thing that depressing self-esteem.

The longer I live, the more spoiled nerves. Like the banker who suffers, all new losses.

- How much can I give him?
- Extreme concessions - two thousand. The most extreme - two thousand two hundred. If you can't be nothing else - two thousand five hundred. If you see that you are crazy, twenty - six. But then tell me that we will curse him forever.

Birthdays infringe upon the vanity of man. Especially in the morning...
(Birthdays painful affect mental state. Especially in the morning.)

Just don't take anything to heart. After all, what will, want to keep. And to keep nothing.