Refugiati

 "So, you allowed to women to smoke here, in Romania... If you have a daughter or a sister you allowed her to smoke?... So here is freedom!"
 "The soil is green here, the soil is good... You plough the soil with machines?... Oh, you use oxes too... Like in Africa!"
 "When is start to snow here?... I never saw the snow... I heard in winter could be minus 15... Do you go outside on this temperature?"
 "Do you have starvation here, in Romania?"

Drama ta urmeaza sa umple formulare de interviuri. Daca incapi in mod corespunzator intr-o foaie de hartie ajungi acolo unde vrei. Daca probezi cele cateva infernuri prin care ai trecut cu copii cu tot vei fi lasat, eventual, sa fii taximetrist, sa speli vase, sa cureti mizeria de pe strazi. Daca nu, nu. Tara ta devine (daca tragi "castigator") un loc unde poti sa decizi ca nu e bine pentru tine sa te lasi omorat, schingiuit, furat sau violat.

Sper ca Mussie sa vada prima zapada la New York, asa cum isi doreste.