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Good day.

It's a message from Sébastien Nicolas.

When they receive it, I will have left them.

I wanted to say goodbye.

That's it, it's over.

42 years of a non-existence.

My name was Sébastien Nicolas.

Male sex...

single...

White...

Catholic non-practitioner...

1.75 high, 70 Kg.

Brown hair, brown eyes.

Blood group A +.

Everything that can be said about someone without saying anything about him is great.

But what else to say?

I did not exist but it was necessary that I lived.

Leo, I baptize you in the name of the Father...

and the Son...

Your sister is beautiful when she fixes herself.

And of the holy spirit.

Amen.

Amen.

Have.

It is not necessary that you do the service.

Quiet.

Enjoy your guests.

Have.

- How are you? - All right.

My little one!

Sleep.

How peaceful it is. They will be able to rest.

Mom, please.

- I can not say anything! - As if you were capable.

I'm going to look for the glasses.

How is my altar boy?

Good morning, father. Very good, and you?

Well, too, if your mother's bleeding does not make me dizzy.

- Okay, right? - Yes.

And you? What are you doing?

I'm a real estate agent.

Do you like it?

A lot... I...

- Yes - I'm glad.

It would be nice if you came for a weekend with us.

I'll try.

Are you dead tonight?

I have a meeting.

How much do you have expenses per month?

110 euros with heating.

- It's bright. - Look south.

Not bad.

A little expensive but not bad.

It does not have carpet. It's perfect for the girl.

It is allergic to mites.

His mother lives in the South and comes for the beginning of classes.

I have to find a school.

Not bad.

Nothing bad.

A little expensive but not bad.

At least it is good to the South.

Sebastian?

Miller called me through the offices of Saint-Cloud.

Ż Should not I have gone to the Municipality?

See that because it irritates me.

I'll do it.

Message 1.

Yes, my son, it's Mom.

Still working.

I will not bother you anymore. See you. Giving me a call.

I do not know if they noticed that the GPS woman when she talks to you...

it warms you up a little.

Did not you notice? Listen well.

He gives you the streets and with a tone like that, he says:

"Turn to the left..."

Not bad. It's not bad at all.

A little expensive but not bad. A little expensive but not bad.

Look to the South? Well to the South? It does not matter, but...

It is not the South, but it is oriented. It is not the South, but at least it is South.

It is not the South, but at least it is well to the South.

Good day, I'm Charles Beaumont.

Good day.

Good day.

Shit! Shit!

ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS

watch this!

We were all there for the first time.

We all know how difficult it is.

I also want everyone to welcome him...

to a new member.

- Charles. - Hi Charles!

Hello...

My name is Charles, I'm an alcoholic...

and I have been sober for 8 weeks.

I have a flower shop, since...

12 years...

I have my problem for 5 years...

When it starts at 3 in the morning...

and one gets to drink at 8 o'clock...

At the beginning everything is fine when it starts at 8 o'clock...

to accept what I can not change...

and courage to change what I can. Amen.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Already on the first floor it is very bright.

And here is a small terrace.

As you can see, it has its charm.

And then she...

He urinated in the living room.

I do not care about that.

I urinate everywhere, what...

lose the keys, my checkbook, I do not care.

That is not the most important.

But that confuse me with my father...

With that miserable that rotted our lives, I can not stand it.

- Goodnight. - Goodbye Charles.

Charles!

Charles!

Charles!

I'm in a hurry.

- Wait. - I have no time.

Who are you?

- I'm leaving, father. - No Please.

Please, Sébastien, stay. I'm glad you have come.

Please.

What's wrong with you?

I can not do it anymore, father.

Really, I can not take it anymore, I...

I did what they asked me but...

I can not continue simulating.

However I want to change.

Because I know that...

What I do is not right.

I sincerely want to change.

But...

is that only this way I feel alive.

You know, Sébastien...

There is often talk of life after death.

But there is another dimension equally important.

It's life after life.

You have the right to change, to transform.

You have the possibility to amend, to be better.

It does not matter what you have done.

You can, if you want...

be another man, be another yourself.

First, I have to thank them for the work they have done.

We obtained very good results that I hope will be repeated.

And I thank you for the gift, You have chosen very well.

They know my tastes very well.

- Merry Christmas to all! - Merry Christmas!

ŻSrta. Traven?

I'm Sébastien Nicolas from the Chambard agency.

Arrives early.

- Do you want me to come later? - Of course not.

It would seem that here there were two hours apart and not one.

- Sit down. - Thank you.

Before we start...

I would like you to sign this confidentiality agreement.

No information about my client should be disclosed.

The very existence of the agreement is confidential. Is it clear?

Yes.

We are used to this type of precautions.

I represent a celebrity.

Maybe I do not know him but he is world famous.

My client is French. He lived several years in New York.

He wants to return to Paris without being known.

My client asks for a spacious apartment...

of about 200 square meters.

A high floor, very silent.

There should not be young people or children, up or down.

It must be in perfect condition...

Do not you take notes?

I will remember.

I would prefer him to take notes.

Well, with an elevator...

Rigid.

Bright but without windows in front.

My client is an exceptional person...

and it demands something exceptional.

Can you meet your expectations?

I think we can find what you are looking for.

Take off that tie, please.

Excuse me?

He does not support the color orange.

ŻSr. From Montalte?

Please sir!

I should not smoke.

ŻFuma?

Do not.

I have been smoking since I was 15 years old.

Since Joseph Rosenblatt gave me his violin.

He told me: "If you do not do it for you, at least do it for him."

"He likes that smell at the tips of his fingers."

People do not pay attention to smells.

Is it perfumed?

Do not.

Generally the...

people like you. It is perfumed with a Water of Colony...

of bad quality.

Are you sure you're a real estate agent?

Yes sir.

Do you know what I'm looking for?

Yes sir.

And what do I look for?

Try to test me, sir?

The little real estate agent is cunning.

I have nothing to do, so do not waste my time.

Come see me when you have something interesting.

And put on a tie, I can not stand the careless people.

Knows...

we are all made in the same way.

Of cells, of sperm...

Of much chance.

A biological roulette, in a certain way.

For the rest, we are our own parents.

We are our choice.

Sometimes you get the impression that your audience, the people in general...

not interested.

Let's say that the human race is not my type.

Gender...

Knows...

Our age is sick.

It is believed that music is made for something other than being heard.

You speak of "sacred", but are you a believer?

I believe in Mozart and I am very practicing.

How do you see in relation to Mozart?

Very small.

Little.

I am an interpreter... interpreter.

He is a prophet.

Why do you play on your back?

If it were for me, I would play in total darkness.

Unfortunately the musicians need to see the director.

Did not you ever want to have children?

No Please!

I was a bad son and I would be a worse father.

You know, we're all done the same way.

Of cells, of sperm...

Of much chance.

I believe in Mozart...

I believe in Mozart...

And I am very practicing.

And I am very practicing.

In Mozart and I am very practicing.

I believe in Mozart and I am very practicing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing...

Nothing from childhood interests me.

Nothing from childhood interests me. Nothing nothing.

Childhood.

I believe in Mozart. I believe in Mozart.

Mozart.

Mozart I am very practicing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing from childhood interests me.

We are...

We are our own parents. We are our own parents.

We are our own choice. We are our own choice.

MONOAMBIENTE IS RENTED.

He did a very good job. Very accurate.

The best is Quai aux Fleurs, do not you think?

Yes it is beautiful.

The view on the Seine is incredible.

Awesome, yes.

We will see.

It is difficult to know what you want.

I used to play with the windows open.

In New York, I sometimes played on the terrace.

I could touch yet.

Not also but it could. He has so much talent.

I should be with him, that day.

I had a concert in Boston.

It was 10 hours of route. Really crazy!

But he never paid attention.

He left the road and...

in a second the car caught fire.

He was saved by miracle.

- Good day sir. - Good day sir.

He is going to be very happy.

We chose 6 apartments that...

I'm going to ask you. Which one do you prefer?

The apartment of the Quai aux Fleurs has a magnificent view.

In addition, Ms. Traven...

I do not ask what Ms. Traven thinks...

I ask him which one do you prefer?

They are all exceptional properties...

But for someone like you who lives with the curtains closed...

In the middle of nowhere...

The view is not the most important. The most important is...

discretion, calm.

I would opt for the apartment on rue de I'Albony, in Passy.

I buy.

Babette, you can go back to Paris. Let's celebrate together.

Do you know why he was playing on his back?

For...

Forcing people to listen to him?

It's what I said but...

How many people know music?

Who could tell me if he had played well or not?

In March 1939...

Paris was a busy city.

Hitler was coming to visit her.

Then, the Germans patrol the city...

and a little corporal orders...

that the statue of Mendelssohn be removed from the Academy of Music.

The soldiers obey.

They climb to the roof, but they do not know Mendelssohn...

and disassemble Warner.

People are like those soldiers, they do not know anything.

They always admired me for my Sibelius concert...

when it does not say anything.

Nothing.

No, he was playing on his back because...

because I see through people.

I read in them as in a score.

And I always hated what I saw.

Babette for example.

It only asks to be martyred and mistreated.

Then I torture her.

Like a child does with a small animal.

And you...

When I look at it, I do not see anything.

It's like a cat.

One forgets and suddenly finds it.

It's like a cat.

One forgets and suddenly finds it.

It's like a cat.

One forgets and suddenly finds it.

Let's come here.

Here. No, to your place.

The stick, the stick...

Come on, go find it!

That's it.

Very good, Nick. No, thanks! Do not!

Do you want a cookie? Take the cookie, come on.

Papillotte of salmon.

I'll take the salmon.

Mozart, Mozart... Mozart.

Mankind has never really been my type.

The human race...

He was never my type.

Chambard Agency, good morning.

Good morning, Henri de Montalte. With Mr. Chambard.

Hello, Mr. Montalte. How is it going? Do you like your apartment?

If much. I just call him for that.

I wanted to congratulate him on his young salesman.

The one with tight suits and orange ties.

Yes, Sébastien Nicolas.

That same one Very shy but really effective.

I hope he gives you a premium, because he deserves it.

Do not worry, I take care of my collaborators.

Well, because the last time I saw him his shoes were a bit...

I understand, Mr. Montalte. I appreciate your call.

- See you soon. - Have a nice day.

Henri! Listen to me please!

Henri! Please!

Go away, Clémence! I told you I did not want it!

You should have interrupted him! It's your fault!

I'm sick!

Get out! You knew it would end like this!

I'm sick. I have something in my belly.

Go away!

This is from a year ago.

It grew a lot since then.

He is already in 5th year.

He has Charles Pręte as a professor at the Conservatory.

I always knew about you.

I never spoke ill of you.

I never told him you abandoned me or other things like that.

I always told him that I had a great love...

and that was born of that love.

And that his father...

that only music existed for him.

That he did not want children, that he was not made for that...

That his father said that you have to do what you're going to do well.

That if he was not dishonest...

It was lying and lying to others.

That his father was very straight...

and that he could not stand the lie.

I told him that was why we did not stay together.

That his father could not be mine because he already belonged to music.

He is very reserved but he is a wonderful child.

Very energetic.

The address is in the photo.

Goodbye Henri.

What's wrong with you?

It was in Rome.

Remember?

ŻVincent?

Good day sir.

Good morning, Vincent.

Well, I'll leave you.

- What are you doing? - My duties.

What will happen on April 24?

The contest in the auditorium.

Sure, of course.

Of course.

Well... good, good, good.

- What do you want to do? - Whatever you want.

No, but... you, what do you want?

Nothing in particular.

All right...

Let's go to the park to do nothing in particular.

I always wanted to meet him.

But I think I detest it.

Listen, Vincent...

We are all conceived in the same way.

Cells, sperm, blood and a lot of chance.

A biological roulette in a certain way.

For the rest, we are our own parents.

We are our choice.

You for example.

Your parents are Mendelssohn or Beethoven more than myself.

You do not realize but you're lucky.

There are people who have the privilege of being orphans.

Like Bach.

O Wagner.

Leaving you...

I gave you a chance.

I took a load, you will notice later.

It is still necessary to get rid of your mother.

I think it's not long.

- Holá?

ŻSr. Nicolas?

ŻSrta. Traven?

Excuse me calling you so late. Mr. De Montalte wants to see him.

Could I have lunch with him tomorrow at "Monsieur Bleu"?

Why do you want to see me?

He will tell him himself. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Mr. De Montalte.

Have a seat.

All right.

I want you to find me an apartment in Spain.

In Seville or Madrid...

I do not care where.

Did you understand?

That idiot Traven was wrong and now I'm in a mess.

I should not have returned. I'm going to fire her.

Do not put that face.

How did you dare?

- Look at me! - Take it off.

You were ashamed of me, right? You are going to be ashamed!

- Let go! - Take me from here to this crazy woman!

Unfortunate!

- Come on. - Let go!

Are you crazy!

Release it.

No no no! Please.

Do you know what you are going to do?

That son of a bitch is going to tell him that if he does not apologize, I will not leave him alone.

Regrets what he said.

Before he arrived, he told me he regretted what he said to Vincent.

Did you talk about my son?

He knows that he did not act well but he did not know what to do.

- I'm going to talk to him. - Not now.

Give me some time. Trust me.

He does not want to know anything more about you.

- Good day. - Good day.

I'm looking for a movie...

in which a father finds his son.

- A particular movie? - Do not.

A father who finds his son...

It is "The emerald jungle" by John Boorman.

The son is kidnapped by Indians in Amazonia...

he is alone in the jungle and his father...

Do not.

It is "Disappeared" of Costa Gavras.

- What? - "Disappeared" from Costa Gavras.

But he finds him dead.

If not, there is "Superman I".

The first version of Richard Donner.

Surely he saw it.

Do not.

Is very good!

Marlon Brando...

Gene Hackman...

The birth and the reunion. It is magnificent.

You will travel far away, my little Kal-El.

But we will always be with you.

When we are facing death...

the wealth of our existences...

It will be yours.

Everything I have, everything I learned in life, what I feel...

all of this and much more...

I bequeath it to you, my son.

You will take it inside you...

throughout your life.

You will take my strength and make it yours.

You will see my life through your eyes...

how will I see yours through mine.

You are not alone, you will never be alone.

You are not alone, you will never be alone.

Hello?

It's Mama who asked him to call me.

What is Mama who asked him to call me?

ŻSrta. Traven?

Good day. Sébastien Nicolas from the Chambard agency.

Do not I interrupt?

- How are you? - Very good, and you?

Very well thanks.

I would like to know if Mr. De Montalte is still thinking of going to Spain.

Sincerely I dont know. Everything is complicated...

because in his house in Cap Ferret thieves entered.

Yes?

Did they take many things?

Apparently they did not have time...

Sébastien?

Tell me...

Mr. De Montalte must go to talk to the insurer.

What a problem.

I'll call her next week.

I thank you for everything, miss.

Good day.

Where was this morning? I waited an hour with Miller.

They stole my house.

Good.

I should have warned. I had to do all the work.

Sorry.

- Holá?

Sorry.

Yes, Henri.

On Saturday? Of course not. He will love it.

No, like all the guys if it does not bother you.

I do not think.

Insurance.

Thank you.

Yes?

Hello?

Go up the stairs, the elevator is broken.

Come on! Come!

Come!

Enter.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Thank you very much.

Do you feel good, Henri?

Yes, it's a problem of...

I go to the kitchen.

- Do you want me to help you with something? - No, it's going to be all right.

Well, then I leave you.

I come to pick you up at 11 o'clock.

- Very good. - A kiss.

- Have a good time. - See you later, Clémence.

They are white lilies.

Yes.

- He told me they were his favorites. - Yes, thank you very much.

Come on, follow me.

Make yourself comfortable, I'll take care of the flowers.

Did you write me a letter?

Is...

It's not... it's not for now.

Give me that, give me that.

Do you want me to read it?

Dear Vincent:

You were my son but I was not your father.

I never did anything for you because I was a selfish and a coward.

I know you missed me but do not regret that absence.

I was never present for anyone.

I did not know how to love.

I leave you the only thing that has value for my eyes...

my violin.

He was my only confidant and my only true friend.

I hope it's yours.

Take care of him. A life without music is not life.

How much is an existence.

I never knew how to exist without her.

We live in a world of silence, the silence of God.

When you play...

you fill that silence.

Today I can not touch, that silence invades me.

No. Do not let silence invade you.

Put the music between you and the world, it will protect you.

Play music, it's immortal.

That's it.

Sorry.

Do you want... to eat something?

- Agree. - Come.

Come.

Good morning, it's a message from Sébastien Nicolas.

When they receive it, I will have left them.

I wanted to say goodbye.

How good!

What accounts?

Taking.

Good day sir. Is Maria.

Come Nick.

- Good day sir. - Good morning, Maria.

I'm afraid there's bad news.

I will start with your room.

No, María. I do not feel well. You can go.

I'm sorry, sir. Have a nice day.

Good day.

We participated in the death of Mr. Sébastien Nicolas.

A religious ceremony will be held on October 26 at 3:00 p.m.

in the Sainte Hippolyte Chapel.

You can love or support someone but you can not live in their place.

Sébastien was a lonely man...

but good.

A just and straight man.

Unable to detest or hate.

A distanced man who loved others...

and that he did not love himself.

I've known Sébastien for more than 30 years...

It was my altar boy, right here...

but...

As he told me, a few weeks ago...

Do we ever truly know anyone?

No one of us can know...

what I urge Sébastien to leave us, so young.

What made him lose the sense of the thread of his life.

To all who loved him...

I would like to read this text.

Reading of the Book of Wisdom:

"The life of the righteous is in the hand of God."

"No torment can affect them."

"He who did not reflect imagined they were dead."

"His departure was considered a disgrace."

"When they left us...

we thought them destroyed but they are at peace."

"For those who lived they suffered a punishment...

but because of their hope they already had immortality."

Mr. De Montalte...

How kind you are In having come.

Sébastien would have been happy, he appreciated it very much.

Can I introduce you to the family?

ŻSra. Nicolas?

I present Mr. Henri de Montalte, the great violinist.

One of your son's prestigious clients.

- Mr. - My condolences, Mrs.

Mr...

Yes?

Mr. Montalte.

Captain Deveaux and Lieutenant Dionné of the Police.

We want to ask you some questions about Sébastien Nicolas.

Go up.

ŻSr. From Montalte?

Enter.

- Good day. - Good day sir.

Sit down.

We will make some verifications...

it is the procedure in the case of a violent death.

It will not take long.

I have nothing to do and I do not like to waste my time.

When did you meet Mr. Nicolas?

Last Christmas, I was looking for an apartment.

Were they seen many times?

Five or six times.

Were they talking on the phone?

Sometimes. We had a good relationship.

Can I?

No N.

I'm sorry, I can only stand the smell of my cigarettes.

Did they become friends with Mr. Nicolas?

I do not have friends. The human race is not my type.

But he went to his funeral.

It is one of the few distractions that I have left for my age.

He called it the day of his death.

Saturday, October 19th.

Remember what he said?

Are you sure it was Saturday? I do not remember.

It was a 40-second call at 7:30 p.m.

The answering machine must have skipped him.

If I had talked to him I would remember him.

Did not he leave any message?

Apparently not. I am sorry.

Do you have no idea what I wanted to tell you?

You are the last person you called.

The last times he saw him he did not think he was altered...

depressed?

Do not...

He was always in the same mood...

rather...

apathetic.

Have you never discussed any problems with you?

Anything that worried him?

Do not...

yes!

Your taxes.

If you remember something...

Do not doubt. Thanks for receiving us.

- Thanks to you. - Are you going on vacation, sir?

Just a weekend with my son.

Very good. Have a nice weekend.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

- Thanks for receiving us. - Goodbye.

Close the door when leaving.

It's huge!

The rooms are in the background.

Choose the one you want.

- Can I take the green one? - Which you want.

Vincent It is soon.

Come before it gets cold.

Come to eat.

Do you remember your first time at Carnegie?

No, I do not remember. Why?

With the Vienna Philharmonic?

Here they say that you were young.

Young?

How was it at my age?

Do you want to know if he was a good student or annoyed?

Yes... something like that, for example.

Was...

rather solitary. I already played the violin.

- What a silly answer. - Excuse me?

The violin is difficult and you play alone, not like in football.

All the violinists.

- You do not need to exasperate yourself. - Of course it exasperates!

Every time I ask you something, you leave me with something else.

What's the matter, Vincent?

Every time I approach you...

it separates me.

- Is not that. - What is it then?

I try to be honest with you but there are things that I can not give you.

What?

I am not...

I am no longer a great violinist.

I am not...

I am no longer the man that Joseph Rosenblatt admired...

and I am no longer the man who loved your mother.

I do not know who is not anymore...

but...

I know it's my father.

Tell me about your music.

- Are you doing well in the contest? - I'm doing fine.

Good, good? Or only good?

All right.

I dont know...

I practiced both Mendelssohn's Concert...

I think I master it but...

It is not the same to play it in a concert.

It is true.

I will be stressed, there will be noise and movements.

I do not know very well how I'm going to react.

Well, let's practice.

Excuse me?

Let's train.

You must use the entire bow. In all its movement.

As if you were throwing a ball.

When you throw a ball you do not stop in the middle.

Well, it's like that, do all the gesture.

And above all...

- You keep the secret? - Yes.

Use the middle finger.

On the arch supports with the major and not with the index.

Do you know why?

Do not.

Because with the index it leans too much.

With the older one you can not rely so much on music.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

- Are oysters good? - Very good.

Hello! Hi Mom.

Goodnight.

- You had a good weekend? - Great.

And you?

Great, too.

Do you have time for a tea?

Why not?

And how did you spend your weekend?

All right.

Notice that I received the visit of two policemen who know you.

They told me that on Friday they went to your house.

- The Captain Deveaux? - Exactly.

What did they want?

They wanted to know if he knew a real estate agent.

A certain Sébastien Nicolas.

Who spoke to me one afternoon, for 10 minutes.

I told them that it was surely a mistake.

But it caught their attention.

And when they left they saw your picture.

They wanted to know if I knew you.

I told them that you were the father of my son and that they were in the field.

What I still do not understand...

That's why they think he called me.

It was not he who called you. It was me.

Sébastien Nicolas is the young man you saw in the restaurant.

After you spoke...

He explained it to me, I took his phone and I called you.

Tomorrow I'll call the commissioner to explain it to him.

I did not know that they were making so many inquiries about a suicide.

Me neither.

- Good day. - Good day.

- Do you want a gift box? - No thanks.

- Do you deliver? - Yes of course.

- What direction? - Captain Devaux...

36, Quai des Orfévres.

RESEARCH FILE

40 seconds last call, 19:30, to Henri de Montalte...

Plate 7: Basement under the kitchen.

Henri de Montalte Apartment 5th floor.

Studio by Sébastien Nicolas 7th floor.

Are you going to attend, Tonio?

- Captain Deveaux? - Yes

I happen to him with the Office of the Prosecutor.

Antoine, it's Sandra. You are authorized to put together the group.

We went into your violinist's at 6:30 with a registration order.

Reason: Presumption of murder in the person of Sébastien Nicolas.

Did you hear me?

Elizabeth:

What's the matter, Henri?

It will seem very strange to you but...

I ask you to listen to me without interrupting me.

Have this envelope.

Inside you will find a request for recognition of paternity.

Everything is in order. Only your signature is missing.

There are also property papers...

from the house of the Landes, from the apartment...

and some accounts.

All in the name of Vincent.

From now on, if something happens to me, everything belongs to you.

Why would something happen to you?

What's up?

Goodbye Clémence. Kisses to Vincent from me.

Do not go please.

Mr. From Montalte!

Mr. De Montalte.

Antoine!

I appreciate giving my dog to Miss Clémence Cornelli.

Let's go. Let's go!

Elizabeth: I've already ruined her life enough. It's farewell.

One two...

three four five.

The policemen are right.

You feel much better after confessing your crimes.

Relieve.

Allows reconciliation with the soul.

I killed Sébastien Nicolas because I could not take his eyes anymore...

his presence around me.

That way he had to look at me...

to examine me, spy on me.

I killed him because I wanted to deprive myself of my son.

That boy who waited for a father for 12 years.

Who would be so cruel as to take it from him?

I had to make Sébastien Nicolas disappear...

and I do not regret it.

He did not want to live anymore. I released him.

I did not premeditate his death but I do not regret it.

I hid things because the Police and Justice would not understand.

They would seek to condemn me and that is what they did.

And well?

Do not you hug your father anymore?

It was magnificent. I'm proud of you.

The jail is an incredible place.

No more privacy or responsibility.

No more dignity or hope.

The prison condemns to be no more than a body.

But the body is nothing more than a chimera.

I lost two fingers. Is that why I'm less myself?

We are not what we are.

Reality is not the truth.

I was sentenced to 10 years of effective punishment.

My lawyer told me that I will be free in 5 years if I behave well.

I will behave well. I was always calm.

I always waited judiciously and for once I expect something.

I became another person, I turned myself.

I'm different, I'm like everyone.

Translated by Tatily