Performance: Trap

- Hold tight on your feet? Yes, Yes... Hard to stay on his feet!.. And I feel like a coin thrown in the air - heads or tails, all a matter of chance.
- There's no need to think - the day was okay.
- Oh, my God, Monsieur Coupeau, I'm not asking for much. My dream is to work quietly, have a piece of bread and live in their own little room, that was clean. Still I would like to bring up how should guys make them real people. If it is possible, of course. No, there is another dream - that I was no longer beaten. I don't want to beat me. Here, everything. You can still, perhaps, wish to die on my bed. After my homeless life, I would be honoured to die in his room, on his bed.