Character: Walter

Work changes people. A little time and almost no people. The work penetrates. Constantly takes up most of the thoughts. Rules over dreams. Even I started recently, it happened to dream Volcano papers on the photocopier. I dreamed of ringing of telephone, voice teachers, face Pasquale. And this was only the beginning. To survive, I have to work all my life - because I come from a family of workers, and workers are unable to pay contributions to the University, as parents of future top managers. I will turn into the same as Volcano, or will get his own neurosis, delusions or shift. Will be returning home from the brutal traffic from the swallowed resentment, stress will in the blood to thrash their children, and then fall into a chair and stun themselves overdoses football and Telemike.

Want great pure love? Love this, love eternal? Where do you live? You don't understand how a human being? People get married on the calculation, from loneliness, from conformity out of fear. All of thirty years whom I knew was divorced or lived apart. Most girls, after I look you in the eye, begin to figure out how many credit cards you have in your wallet.

At the table behind us sat four of our future lawyers, businessmen, financial advisors or any more bastards. Were measured with a yacht longer than anyone. One of them claimed that he had. Very Freudian argument, if only Astrahan throw me an appropriate quote. At the table sat in front of our four future wives above by crooks and gangsters. We talked of course about the rags: competed for more fully Packed wardrobe. I didn't know what to say.

The average Italian is afraid that some Negro to marry his daughter, or steal his wallet.
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God money won on all fronts. Political refugees from the East are moving are moving to the West for the sake of pornoshop and supermarkets - finally they are free to shove a rubber cock in the ass and also to be unemployed. But our world is the best of all possible worlds. Or, at least, is about to become so. Increases the number of deaths from AIDS and the surface of deserts, the price of gasoline and the consumption of heroin, the national debt and the number of rats in hospitals, increasing the gap between rich who are still getting richer, and the poor, who all get poorer, but we have the best League in the world football, so why bother?

- Listen, you're stupid, like all women. You do, tells you how to feel. You can not apply to the circumstances...

- I give all that I have, she - said, the son of Aaron and put them on the table in front of a man cut from a magazine photo of the brunette with her hair.
The girl looked like from shampoo advertising.
This is my wife.
Eyes notary climbed his forehead, but he did not betray his amazement.
- Ka.. what is her name? he asked.
Walter shrugged his shoulders.
I do not know. I call her "honey."

Zabureli you, Serge. Quite ceased to be afraid of death. And a stranger, and his.

If you have lost the arm, no use to cry about the fact that you can't play the piano - just learn to sing.