Brillante y más negra que el tizón. Capaz de, en medio de tanto humor negro, colar este diálogo finísimo entre dos personajes antagónicos. Como siempre, envidia.
- They keep asking me, "What do you want from this workshop? "What do you want?" I'm not telling them what I want. I want to move back home. I want to hug my wife. Protect my children, protect my daughter. I want to move on. I want to apologise. To everyone. Want to go to the theatre. I want to take clean cups out of the dishwasher and put them in the cupboard at home... and the next morning, I want to watch my wife drink from them. And I want to make her feel good. I want to make her orgasm again. And again. Truly.
- I just want to cry. All the time.