Character: Abdel Sellou

We both amputated his memory.

He let me roll his wheelchair as if framed the crutch on which I could rely. And I still use it.

It changed my life. And I did not. Or very much. The movie glossed over everything that the spectator was easier to dive into dreams.

I thought life was a cartoon, where the fall from the cliff, flattened into a pancake and then run as if nothing had happened. There was no death. Suffering was not. In the worst case on his forehead jump a bump, and around her head will dance the dance of candles. It is possible to recover from anything - to again and again commit the same mistakes.

And I have no weak points. I have a gift full of aproximadamente.

Sometimes you need to get into someone else's world to find out what's missing in your own.

So sorry to disappoint-so-convinced people, embalmed in their own opinions. What a spectacle!

He was more like me than I do.

I learned to be polite, it saves time.