Character: Michelle Michelle

I don't know what femininity. Maybe it's just one of the ways to be a man. But the man, free from women, and the woman free from the man, they blow everyone in the party as long as half of them will not be inflated, cluttering them all. Misfortune knows his stuff: independence, independence! Men, women, countries we all got so infected the independence that did not become independent, we become contagious. These timeless stories of cripples, disabled people, who grasping each other: they put the mutilation and deformity in a sample. Bravo. Let them be awarded the order "For merit" in the pursuit of artificial respiration. We have already won such a resounding victory over nature that remains only to declare the asphyxia in the normal way to breathe. The only humane value of independence is the possibility of exchange. When cherish this independence only for himself alone, decompose with the speed of years of solitude. The couple, Lydia, and all the rest, - this reunion. The couple is a man living woman, and a woman living as a man.

I had my homeland is a woman, and I had nothing more to wish for.

It is not enough to be miserable apart to find happiness together. Two of despair, meet each other, together constitute one hope, but this only proves once again that hope is capable of anything...

We always exaggerate. Say that it's over. Listen to the mournful melodies of native American flutes. Live alone to prove, especially to yourself that you can. And yet look at the first comer, as if you can still start over.

The spark came back into the living room.
- Bastard! Lousy stinking bastard. How could you cheat on me with this nineteen-year-old with a pacifier?
- I was lonely - plaintively said Michel.
- Don't be a snot. You were not alone you were weak.

Your beauty must be revealed as well as a pimple on your face.

- I love you.
- Damn, you beat me to it again.

So this was my life? What strikes you first is how much time I wasted. I was afraid, I was always scared of the unknown... How many good intentions held back the fear.

- Michelle?!
I can't believe this! Fry? Is that you?!
- I don't know...
- What do you mean?! So is it you or not?
- Who is it?

Cashel.