THE STORY

You’re standing on the street like this and a man is walking around you. He has muddy shoes. You’re thinking about where you can go from. What happened to him?

You just stand there and laughing, to those idiots who try to help him. He just fell to the ground. Why is the man doing this, it is maybe he an actor? He’s playing it, or it really happened to him. Why?

What he’s yelling at you for, the people, why should you help him? You look at them and suddenly the man is familiar to you. Maybe he’s not your best friend.

Maybe he is your friend, but you don’t want to think about it now.

You light a cigarette and walk slowly to your goal. Anyway, He’s over for him it on, so why should you help him. Everyone pays for their mistakes alone.

(summer 1999)