Character: Astrid. Page 2

- I guess it's just you and me, huh...
- No, just you!
- Well, now two of us, yeah?
No, you did it!

- You must be rich.
- I have no interest. I am a hare.
Are you kidding?
- No.
- No?!
Yes.
- How did you get on Board?!
- By accident. I have something like a ship. I repaired it. Did not have time to include the protective screens, and the Titanic crashed into me. Here I am, decided to relax at the party. Why not?
- I should report you.
- Not so... Report!
- I'll get you a drink... on the house.

- Looks perfect, she said.
That word scared me. Perfect - it's too good to be actually.

Here nothing has been forgotten. In Berlin people had to overcome the past, build on the ruins, to live among them. Not in America, where we carefully scrapes from the earth all traces, thinking that they can start all over again. We have not yet managed to understand that in the world there is no such thing as a blank canvas.

Here is my legacy - skill reset old life like a snakeskin, to invent a new truth for each new page, a moral amnesiac.

I screamed and called for help. It seemed to be their only podzadorilo. Husky knocked me down and biting the palm that I had covered my face. I continued to scream, knowing that no one will come. Once I dreamed, but now I understand awakening is not, and prayed to Jesus desperately, without any hope, as praying people who know exactly what there is no God.

Do not turn the stones if you are afraid to look at the creatures living beneath them.

They also liked to mold me to your liking, but I already knew I... insoluble like sand in water. Stir as much as necessary, I always will form sediment on the bottom.