Character: Paloma Josse

And then I came up with the question: "Why? Why them so, and with all the other differently?"
What about me? Whether written on my fate? I think so, because I want to die.
Although... once in this world does someone with time to become something else, not what you are today... who knows, maybe it will be me and I'll be able to grow in the garden of your life the fruits that are not similar to those that have ripened in the garden of my parents?

In my mind "a terrible person" - is one that is so suppressed all the good that has become a living corpse. Yes, these people hate everyone, but mostly themselves. The person who is sick and tired of myself, I can tell. Because of this, he becomes alive and dead - to escape from nausea, which he himself calls, he has to kill all feelings, pleasant together with the unpleasant.

This is in our time a human life: each adult must continuously restore its image - rough-cut, ephemeral, fragile mask under which hides despair, and, standing before the mirror, repeat to yourself the lie that you have to believe. Newspaper and coffee for dad - a magic wand that turns it into an important person. Like a pumpkin into a carriage. And the procedure to him, imagine, love - so calm and relaxed, as the six o'clock morning coffee, it will never see. But the price! What is the price to pay for constant pretense! When there comes a critical moment - a mortal, it cannot be avoided - and the mask falls how terrible it is to see the truth!

But what scares me the most: sometimes - and quite often - I think Colomba nothing feels. All the emotions that she shows to the false and nagrany that one will question if she is experiencing them in reality. It's really scary. Can, sickness, it has gone too far and she can, in order to feel the real feeling, go for any foolishness? I can see the headlines: "Nero, in the street Grenelle: a young woman set fire to the apartment where she lived with her family. On the question of why she did it, arson said, I wanted something to feel".

Can't we all pull the strap of life as soldiers for their service? Doing anything and waiting until sent into combat or will not work period. Bring some sparkle in the barracks, the other two kill time with cards, gossip and petty fraud. Officers command, soldiers perform, but no secret to anyone what the outcome of this cabal: one day, all sent to die, officers and soldiers, fools and scoundrels, who are driving to the left of the cigarette and toilet paper.