ZAPP…
translated by Claudiu Trandafir
Play selectionated at DRAMAFEST international of new drama festival, Tirgu Mures, Romania, 1998
Opened on 24 April 1998 at the ANDREI MURESANU Theatre, Romania
zapp…
(blank; oh, today they are revising it)
HE (shouts) : You gotup early today !
SHE (from the kitchen) : Yes, that’s true !
HE : Fry some eggs for me, please; I think I’m going t eat.
SHE (enters) : Are you serious ?
HE : Do it !
SHE (exits) : God help us !Soft ?
(My head aches. Oh! What a pain. MY HEAD ACHES ! Aches my head. My aches head. Head aches my. Head aches my ? Heada ches my, Headachesmy… My head aches. My head dies. Die my head. Die me my head…)
SHE : Your eyes are reddish.
HE : How the hell do you want them to be ?
SHE : Here are your eggs; do you want me to help you ?
HE : No, thank you. I prefer to make a mess by myself. (very quiet) My head aches.
SHE : I didn’t get that !
HE : Nothing, I’m all right. Or maybe I’m not, but you’re already informed.
SHE : Why are you torturing me ?
HE : Why shouldn’t I ?
SHE : Why are you torturing me ?
HE : What do you want me to do ?
SHE : Be resonable.
HE : Shouldn’t make jokes with the dying; do you happen to know anyone else in my position capable of being resonable ?
SHE : Where did you get the ideea you’re going ? Dead evil…
HE : There’s no way you would know… God! You’re to stupid…
SHE (starts crying) : Why Lord ? Why ? (exits)
HE (for himself) : Because…
(What shall I tell you ? How should I explain ? What can I do ? How can control myself ? Why should I control ? Can I control myself ? I love you !)
zapp…
“Come on, Mr. Iliescu, stop delivered learned speeches ! The people want to know, they want to understand.” “And what’s the difficulty, Mr. Popescu ? The reform implies great sacrifices. We all have to make them. We all do!” (Reform yourselves, have a good row, you don’t give a fuck…)
HE (shouts) : Come and see that arse, Iliescu !
SHE (from the kitchen) : I’m not interested !
HE (to himself) : You’re not interested…
(You don’t want to! Your problem. What’s the point ? Stay there, surrounded by pots and pity me ! Cover me in your bitter salt, spill it around the house, in the block, in the entire neighborhood ! Say what everybody else says : “Fuck the neighborhood!” Why should you come next to me, next to your dying husband, to hold my hand, tell me that you love me ? Just tell me, even if you’re lying. And I make my paralytic hand sneak down your knickers and caress the organic brush, the labia… just that, caress them… it would make me feel better. I’LL TAKE EVERYTHING EASIER !)
HE (shouts) : After all, someone will lay you anyway !
SHE (from the kitchen) : What was that ?
(Or maybe I’ve lost it already. Yes, that’s it ! She trying to get used to the idea. That’s what she’s trying to do. She’s right, how could you start a normal dialogue with someone obsessed by death, mistaken for it ? You better shut up ! She’s protecting her own sanity; who’s protecting mine, then ? I AM ALIVE !)
zapp…
(Fuck you and your language ! You die, not me, you and your stupid language. Chiock, chiock, bacalâm, agadâr, ghiotine…)
zapp…
“ So, so you think you can tell, Heaven from Hell”
(blue skies from pain… that’s it!)
“from a cold steel rail ? “
(A smile from…)
“veil ?”
(veil ?)
“Do you think you can tell?”
(turuturutuuuuuuuuuu, tu tu tu turu, tiun tiun tiun tiun turu tiun turu tiun, niauauauauauau…)
“Hot ashes for tears ?”
(hot ashes for tears ?)
“Hot air for a cool breeze ? Cold comfort for change ?
And did you exchange a walk on port in the war for a lead rol in a cage ?”
(How I wish, how I wish you were here)
“We’ve just two lost souls swimming in a…”
(…fish bowl
year after year…)
“Running over the same old ground, what have you found ?”
(what have your ground ?)
“The same old fears
Wish you were here…”STOP! PUBLICITE! MTV CONCERTS.
zapp…
“Trrrrrrrrrrrr!”
zapp… stand by
“Trrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
SHE : In a second!
THE VOICE : …’e doing ?
SHE : The same…but…it’s harder to harder… to put up with it !
THE VOICE :.. to put up with it. Doctor…too much…live…
HE : Who is it ?
THE VOICE : It’s me, mother !
HE : Come on in, why are you standing in the doorway ? I want to see you.
zapp…
“Prime Minister Victor Ciorbea made a statement today over national radio…”
MOTHER : Hello !
HE : Hello, mother !
MOTHER : How are you ? How are you feeling ?
HE : I’m dying, ma, aren’t I ?
MOTHER : Oh, come on, stop punishing yourself. You’re all right; that was only a severe fit, now you’re recovering.
HE : You’re lying to mee too, mother…
MOTHER : I’m not lying to you !
HE (exploding) : Why do you all think I can’t take the news !?! All I have to do is die ! What’s a few more hours ? What are you hoping to save by keeping things from me ? Hey ? You’re all hypocrites ! You’re affraid ! I’ll make a scene, start vailing and make you feel uncomfortable. Treat you to a show that you can’t digest. Caraman facing death : nude, 30/1,76/82. Dick in erection, felatio dribbling muzzle Death. That’s what I do with Death, felatio. He wanted a young carrot - then let him chew on it ! Why don’t you say something ?
MOTHER : What do you want me to say ?
HE : Oh! There are lots of things, don’t you know ? For example, tell me that you love me and that you forgive all my sins, that you’re going to arrange for a modest burial (and for all the traditional after-death ceremonies), so this one here won’t stay a widow to long, that there is nothing to be afraid of…
“Police sources are claiming that the operation was revealed by Adventists…”
SHE : Stop torturing her…
MOTHER : Leave him, it’s hard for him ! (she embraces him)
HE : Oh! Mother, mother, why ? Why me ? (they both cry)
SHE : Are you hungry ?
MOTHER : No…leave that…go…leave us…
SHE (revolted) : What I am, a toy ? Go! Come! Go! Come! He is my husband ! I want to be with him !
HE : What the fuck are you babbling about it there ? What, are you coming with me into the grave ? Answer me, fuck it, are you ?
SHE: How can you be like that ? Oh, Lord, how can you ?
HE : Are you coming ar aren’t you ?
SHE : I’m coming ! So ?
HE : Fuck you !
MOHER : Let her be, my dear, ehat’s got into you
HE : I’m envious of she, mother. I envry both of you, everybody ! You’ll be getting to live many more years; food, drinks, going crazy… no, mother, in your case, minus going crazy. But what about me ? ME! Where am I going ? Who’s waiting for me ?
SHE : O.K.! What are we to be blamed for ?
HE : Nothing to be blamed for ! Did I say you are to blame ? Compered to me you are both two innocent fuman beings ! I’m to blame! I, the punished one ! It’s me who is dying !
MOTHER : The hell you are ! Stop it ! You’re only making yourself sick.
HE : It’s the only thing that makes me feel alive !
SHE : A cup of tea ?
HE : Yes, bring us a cup of tea…oh, no, better make it milk; some hot milk
zapp…
Thriller.Fighting. Bullets. Kicks in the mouth. Drugs.Sex.
HE : What an impossible language these Germans have…
MOTHER : Leave the TV alone for a while, get some rest !
HE : Get some rest? What for ? Oh, no, no, no, here we go again. Tell me what’s in the country ?
MOTHER : All the same. We’ve killed a sheep; brought you some pastrami…
HE : good, it’s coming.
zapp…
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zapp…zapp…zapp…
MOTHER : Do you feel anything ? Does it hurt ?
HE : No. Only when I move my left hand. Otherwise, I’m already dead; I don’t feel shit.
MOTHER : You’re talking as if…
HE : As if you didn’t get used to the idea…
MOTHER (she cries) : What I am going to do, all by myself ?Your father couldn’t wait, he had to take you away from me ! Who’s going to bury me ?
HE : What are you doing now, pitying yourself ? You should be ashamed of yourself. Or are you pitying me ? But I’m alive, I’m not dead yet; just wait a little. Stop crying! Stop crying I said ! Be quiet ! She’ll look after you…
MOTHER : …yes, her.
SHE : Here, it’s hot.
MOTHER : Thank you !
SHE : Sugar ?
MOTHER : No.
SHE : Here…
HE : No, I don’t want any. Later, maybe.
zapp…
“Miraculously nobody died. The police is still looking for the cause of the accident…”
(too many policemen and each of them alive)
HE : I’m tired, I’d like to sleep a while.
MOTHER : Shall I tuck you in ?
HE : I told you, I don’t feel anything anymore, except for my left hand. Cover just this.
MOTHER : You’re talking to dirty, my dear…
zapp…stand by
(To be able to sleep I mustn’t think of anything. I must empty my head. Mother is sad, she shows it. What can I do ?… poor woman…no…get out…I must focus thoughts on an Idea, a hole that will swallow me, will chew me, niam, niam, eta me ! Come eat me ! I sleep, sleep, sleep… the hell I sleep ! Breathe deeply, I said deeply, you asshole! And shut the hell up. And stop talking so much, that’s you’re not sleeping, over. Silence…soft, soft,soft. Soft…how are you father ? Oh, you dont’t want to talk to me; O.K. I’ll be quiet…look, I’ll go have a bath, maybe you’ll change your mind, brrrr! The water’s quite cold this summer, everything is cold this summer, and you, who the shoot are you? Who ? Oh, yes, and on what business around here ? Flying lessons ? Yes, yes ! I understand, you’re new, they just released you, from the hospital as well ? Really ? No autopsy ? That’s right, what’s the point ? O.K. keep flying; don’t forget to write; every conclusion is based on presumptions/every presumption is based on informations/every information is holding with data/for example, next date/ ha, ha! good, isn’t it ? Come on, say it was good, don’t lie to me, say you’re mother’s a whore if you’re lying, say you’ll die drowned in a berrel of snout, say you won’t live to have what’s on youre house, say you won’t have hay for the mother hen, let your face fall ? O.K. I belive you now, hey! Halloo! You! Make some room for me, what the hell ! Of course, I have a ticket, what did you think ? No sir, I’m not a clandestine, I just wander…what ? Oh, no, I don’t know where I know it from, we are here and that’s it; what ? Not this time, later, oh! Before I forget, have you seen my father ? You have ? Where ? Does he still wear that innocent face ? I told him so many times - listen, father, be a little more pushy, make them! Why are you getting so soft ? What’s the big deal you’ve made ? You’ve given up and now I’m looking after you in suburbs because we don’t have a central figures… doctor, hallo! Doctor, why are you giving him A2, if his blood group is 01 ? What do you mean how do I know ? It’s written inside the ID card, you sun’uv’bitch! You killed him; and that cow, what’s she chewing ? Take away the hay from under her nose, can’t you see she’s sterile ? Kill her !!! Take her to the butcher ! Stop feeding her, it’s useless, no, you can’t go on like this, I should come and put some order, what do you think, you’re off the hook ? No, brother. Things should be put in place even here, to make sens, to have a logic, a start. You’re goading, just like some drunken sheep, the people down here, not letting them to have some peace, you’re populating their minds with your own guilt, didn’t belive that; you thought everything was ready, the candlestick, the priest, the grave, a few remembering and Oh Lord, Oh Lord - a first class couch, naaah! Thet’s not quite right ! The Lord has taken the piss out of you, what should I do ? I pity you, come on, come on, stop insisting, well… father ?…what are you doing father ? Let me go! What’s with you ? Let me go, I said ! I’m sure you missed me, but that’s not the way to solve it, you’ll have to wait a little more, today, tomorrow maybe…)
HE : My head aches ! My head! My head!
SHE : What is it ? My God ! What’s wrong with you ? Calm down ! (she slaps him)
HE (groggy) : Halloo, aunty, what’s going on ?
SHE : You were shouting your head aches; does it hurt ?
HE : I’m all right, I think I dozed off a little.
zapp…
HE : Is she gone ?
SHE : Yes, she said she’ll call in the morning.
HE : Too late…
SHE : It’s never too late…
HE : Do you know what’s my thing ? I’m not sorry I’m daying, I’m sorry that I lived; an absolutely useless struggle.
SHE : Same dreams ?
HE : Same; today he pulled my sleeve. He almost didn’t let me go. I think it’s pretty close, my girl. Today, maybe tomorrow…I won’t be long. You’ll be rid of me, at last…no, no stop sobbing, or I’ll swear at you. What’s the big shit, I’m dying. I’ll be gone, happens to everyone.
SHE : But you’re so young…
HE : All the same. Let’s not argue. It would be great, if you’d be so kind as to go buy me some ice cream. I really crave for some ice cream. You see, I’m already asking for cold things…
SHE : Fuck you !
HE : That’s my girl !
zapp…
(They are an hour behind. That makes it two o’clock. I wish I’d do something, but what ? What can you do with only one hand ? Wank? Wave good bye ? Beat a drum ? Scratch your bottom ? Pick your ear ? What a strange sensation, waiting for your own end not caring about it ! Bullshit ! I do care, how the hell shouldn’t I care ? If only this paralytic corps would live…what shaking, what wabbling…I’m borred ! Outside it is cloudy!)
zapp…
(Impossible hour; nothing interesting. What would interest me now ?)
zapp…
“Somebody stop me!…Here’s the Mask!…Milo! Hey, Milo!…Where are you ? Crazy dog…”
zapp…
(turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, turks, everywhere. And I’m watching them like a fool)
zapp…
“Killing me softly with this song…”ooh!ooh! check it out!” (cra! cra! the chain! The ox-bow! Supercaraman! Supercaaaaw! The hero is climbing a cemented wall…look at him!…he is the grea hero!…he is going to save the world!…the crows must die!…check this out!…Rrrrrrrrap!…Rrrrrrrrap!…The bullets are thrusting deep into the wrinkled ugly faces…the crows are scattering terrified…I just can’t stop loving you,oh!…Down with the pedofile!…To hell with all of you!…Down! Don’t kill the world, don’t kill the children…you fucking ugly faces!…Supercaraman is putting order!…MTV - an all white chanell!…White, the more the better!…The white - the real people… Aryans… Shit aryans…Who am I ?…No mercy!…Graveyards…graveyards…graveyards…)
zapp…
Teeeeeeeeeeeet!…Teeeeeeeeeeeeet!…Teeeeeeeeeeeeeet!…
(Thelephone… And it’s way off, on the little table)
Teeeeeeeeeeet!… Teeeeeeeeeeeeet!… Teeeeeeeeeeeeet!…
(How the hell should I take that ?)
Teeeeeeeeeet!… Teeeeeeeeeeeeet!… Teeeeeeeeeeeeeet!..
(Just a little more; just a little more…)
HE : Halooo ?
TELEPHONE :…
HE : Yes, it’s me…
TELEPHONE :..
HE : I’m on my own, that’s why !
TELEPHONE :…
HE : Same as before, or worse even, anyway, how do you want…
TELEPHONE :…
HE : Thet’s what they all say; I think a more original lie would cheer me up a little…
TELEPHONE :…
HE : … no, no, no…
TELEPHONE :
HE : I told you - no, I don’t need anything. I just want to get it over with…
TELEPHONE:…
HE : It’s no necessary…
TELEPHONE :…
HE : I’m watching TV now…
TELEPHONE :…
HE : Nothing in particular; I’m just pressing the buttons. At this hour, all the programs are pretty lousy…
TELEPHONE :…
HE : Is that what you called me for ?…
TELEPHONE :…
HE : Oh, cut the shit ! Come on, say it straight, cut the crap !
TELEPHONE :…
HE : OK, you can have them. I’ll tell she today to keep in mind.
TELEPHONE :…
HE : No, no, of course I don’t need them. No, she only listens to WHAM! ELTON JOHN, some slow and QUEEN…
TELEPHONE : …
HE : Stop apologizing; if it wasn’t you, would’ve been somebody else…
TELEPHONE : …
HE : No problem. I only want to ask you to come and get them after…
TELEPHONE:…
HE : After I’m dead, you dick-head!…Sorry, I got angry…
TELEPHONE :…
HE : I said I’m sorry, what more do you want ?
TELEPHONE :…
HE :… bye…
SHE : Here !
HE : What kind is it ?
SHE : Fruit, the one you like.
HE : I want chocolate ice cream.
SHE : But you used to hate chocolate ice cream…
HE : Now I want chocolate ice cream.
SHE : What shall I do with this one then ?
HE : Stick it up your ass !
SHE : I can’t stand this anymore ! I can’t stand this anymore ! (she beats him)
(Thump! Thump! Not the head! Not the head!)
HE : Not the head ! Not the head !
SHE : I can’t stand this anymore ! I can’t stand this anymore !
(Thump! Thump! Not the head ! Not the head!)
HE : Not the head, you fucking bitch!
(My head hurts! My head hurts! Stop hitting! Stop hitting!)
SHE : I can’t stand this anymore ! I can’t stand this anymore !
(Thump! Thump!)
HE : Stop it ! Stooooooooooooooop it !
SHE (she falls) : I can’t stand you! Animal! You’re an animal ! A monster ! That’s what you are ! What did I do to you ? What, the hell, did I do to you ?
HE (exhausted) : OK, OK, OK…
SHE : What more shall I do for you ? What more do you want me to say to you ? I have no idea.
HE : OK, OK, OK…
SHE : My mind is almost fucked up…I can barely think…It’s so hard for me…
HE : OK, OK, come here, take me into your arms…
SHE (she is embracing he) : I did everything I thought right for you…I took care of you the best I could…You have no idea how much I’m hurting…What, do you think you are the only one hurting ?…You’re the only one feeling sorry ? I think I’m going to get insane…
(I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!)
SHE : Oh, I spilled ice cream all over you… just a second, I’ll wipe it off…
(Don’t go!)
HE : Don’t go, leave it…hold me.
SHE : All right, I’m holding you, I’m holding you…
HE : Tell me that you love me.
SHE : I love you!
HE : Even the way I am now ?
SHE : I love you the way you were, the way you are and the way you will always be in my memory.
(I love you the way you were, the way you are and the way you will always be in my memory. What if she’s lying…what does it matter…make me departure more bearable…)
HE : Don’t spent money on silly things for me. From the crematory, take the urn to the country and bury it where my father is. Make a modest comemoration…and don’t wear black clothes.
SHE : Leave that now, there is still time…
HE : No, there isn’t !
SHE : Everything is so strange…everything…it’s happening to me as well…to me…I live just…like in a bad dream…
HE : And you can’t wait for this to be over…
SHE : What’s the point in lying to you ?
HE : No point.
SHE : I can’t wait for this to be over. I don’t want you to die…althought it would be harder for me to find out that one day you will be OK…
(Pay attention to what she’s saying !)
SHE :…but if it must happen, then let it happen. None of us deservs trhis pain.
(A-hah!)
HE : Take care of my mother; it is already to hard for she.
SHE : For me too…
HE :…come on, don’t be self…
SHE : …yes, OK, OK, I will; trust me.
HE : Emil will come looking for you. Give he my whole collection. Give it to he for free; I’ve already promised him.
SHE : OK.
HE : Now, can you get up. Leave me alone for a while, I feel tired.
SHE : Let me turn the TV off.
HE : No, not the television.
SHE : It’s already evening. I’ll change into lighter clothes.
HE : Go !
(If until the morning I am OK,no,if in the next ten seconds someone rings, I’ll be OK : one…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeee… ten, nope! If while I count to three a horn blows, I’ll be OK : one…two…hang on, that’s not good… now…so : one…two…t…h…r…e…e, no; if something happens right now I’ll be gone by tomorrow…bang!)
SHE (shouts) : What’s this noise ? What’s happening ?
HE (pale) : It…fell…
SHE : Ah! The portrait… The neighbours upstairs, with their automatic stuff; nobody is tuning it.
HE : There is no automatic !
SHE : Oh, yes, can’t you hear ?
HE : Can’t you see ?
SHE : See what ?
HE : The sign. This is a sign. The chick is flying by.
SHE : Rubbish! It’s the automatic.
HE : There is no automatic, stop annoying me !
SHE : Darling, honey, calm down. It’s an automatic washing machine that’s making your brains shake. That’s why the portrait fell.
HE : MY FATHER PORTRAIT !
SHE : So ?
HE : Nothing, you’re right, I suppose. I’m a little paranoid.
zapp…
“…Gina is usually the exception that confirms the rule…”
“…I think I’ll let she tell you what going on…”
“…I’ve arranged though; when you leave, don’t slam the door…”
“…don’t try to be noisy…”
“…there’s no link to this…”
“…I tried not to dissect the things that bothered me…”
“…when I met you, you told me that you two were close…”
“…he was the killer…”
“…the way she stole everything that you loved…”
“…you say I’m crazy !…”
“…what is it happening for…”
“…what do you think it will happen, Pearl ?…”
SHE : Santa Barbara !
HE : Episode 821…
SHE : There are about 1200 to go.
HE : It’s the last one for me.
SHE : Can’t you really change the subject ?
HE : No, I can’t. I’m going mad, what do you expect ?
SHE : I’m going to warm up some milk; do you want some ?
HE : No .
SHE (mocking him) : No…
HE : What’s the time ?
SHE : About eleven; it’s late.
HE : To late…Oh, I know, I know… don’t mind me, I’ll be OK by tomorrow…the afternoon dream…the picture…
SHE (exits) : La, la, la…
zapp…
Film. Milky-with man licking blonde woman’s body. Young.
(She looks like Emilia, only she’s having a huge belly. 9 May Street, brrrm! Left, up,brrrrm! Right, down, cubic meter of fresh air in lungs, that’s the life!!! Car, sunshine, women, “beautiful!”, fuck you!er, “fuck you to”, the girls of today, well hello ! Emilia, the conventional meetings mechanisms - she didn’t want to meet me, she doesn’t like it, I don’t like seeing her, but we met, “How are you, dear ?”, you’d say we’re life times friends, “all right, how about you ?”, we’re stinking liars, she’s smiling nice but she’s got bad breath, too bad, pregnant women always have a bad breath, what can you do, “ I’m just wondering, walking around, you ?” Strangely enough, in such moments the first thing that comes to mind is to complain, you’re breaking up, “ I’m going to pick up my little boy”, “ where from?”, “from an aunty”, a dog is biting in her fluffy arse - what a stinking thought!)
The blonde licking the man’s ear. Saliva. Panting. Sex.
(“I thought someone was minding he at home ?”, I have been wondering WHY AM I REMEMBERING ALL THIS NOW ? “Yes, an old lady, but she got ill”, “poor old lady”, as if I was feeling sorry, I was looking upward, blue sky, clean, there are too many crows in this town and I’m talking to Emilia, without identifying the sense of it, ANYWAY IT’S ONLY A MEMORY, “I’m sorry about the woman, I’m sorry, I didn’t know”, “that’s all right, we’ll manage, bye”, “bye”.)
The blonde on all fours. Milky-man rhythm behind. Eyes poped out. Red triangle on bottom right TV screen.
(Why the hell I could never stand this one ? Whether I wanted her at some point; maybe that’s it, the remains of some reprieved erotic impulse, maybe I wanted her at some point, maybe, some day, I’ve seen her in a different light that the one I used to, maybe I thought she was beautiful and then I believed it, with my whole strenght I believed it - probably - I believed she’s destined to me. But me…)
Milky-man, blonde woman, lying satisfied. She shows off her sex. He doesen’t. Why ?
(I SHOULD HAVE PICKED UP WRITING, “how blinde I was…or maybe I wasn’t, maybe this happened on the immense lenght of an one and only moment; then the moment died and found its grave next to so many others, in the late regrets graveyard, set up somewhere in the depth of the self…”)
HE (shouting) : Bring some paper sheets, quick!
SHE (from the kitchen) : Wait a minute, the milk is warming up!
HE : Fuck the milk, bring me my sheets !
(the story of the revolted dying)
SHE : I told you to wait !
Blonde woman puts on red knickers.
(…other time I would’ve made you…)
Milky-man puts on turquoise T-shirt.
(…not you…)
SHE : Here’s the sheets.
(…too late…anyway…big deal…)
HE : I don’t need them anymore, forget it.
SHE : See how you are ?
HE : I see. Go now !
zapp… zapp… zapp… zapp… zapp… zapp… zapp… zapp…
SHE : I’m going to bed.
zapp… zapp… zapp…
SHE : Can I get you anything else ?
zapp… zapp… zapp…
SHE : Good night !
HE : Bring the Bible !
SHE : What ?
HE : The Bible; it’s under the horse, in the library.
SHE (she brings it) : Here !
HE : Why are you looking like that ? I’m all right. I’m reading a book; good night.
zapp…
“Did you know that Ionescu woman caught her man in bed with another woman ?
- Realy ?
- And what did she do ?
- She died laughing…!
Argh, argh, argh…”
(Prise be to you, O Lord;
teach me Your decrees.
With my lips I recount
all the laws that come from your mouth.
I rejoice in following your statutes
as one rejoice in great riches.)
“- Doctor, help me !
- What happened ?
- My husband thinks he is a rooster; he’s singing every morning at the same hour !
- Realy ?
- I swear !
- Then could you possibly tell me what time is now?
Argh…argh…argh…”
(Take away the disgrace I dread,
for Your laws are good.
How I long for Your precepts !
Preserve my life in your righteousness.
May Your unfailing love come to me, O Lord,
Your salvation according to Your promise.
Unbreak my heart
Say you love me again
Undo this hurt that comes
when You walk out the door
Uncry these tears.)
zapp…
(…am I sweating ?… not now…oh, no!…air…I’d like some fresh air…my head hurts…don’t let me scream…don’t let me scream…don’t let me scream… give me oxygen mask…give me!…air…the mask…there is a little blood…accelerate the perfusion!…my head hurts…turn off the light!…the light…I’m blinding… too much light…that’s better…
And at the ninth hour, Jesus said with a loud voice,
Eli, Eli, lama sabactani ?)
“In the village of Sulina the winter is setting. Massive snowfalls have covered the land with a layer over 25 centimetres thick. For the next few days, no major changes in the weather are forecast. Snowmen will soon appear.”
(Jesus said again with a loud voice and breathed for the last time…WHAT AN IDIOTIC SHIT!)
“- Mr. Snowman, ehat are your plans for the new year ?
- None for now. I’m new in the neighborhood; I’ve only managed to get rid of…”
SHE : Stef ? Stef ! Oh, God !!! He is dead!!!
“- I hope you’ll like our city.
- Me too, as much as I can see. You know I’m stuck, I only have one hand which I can only move a little…sometimes.”
zapp… OFF