THE ELSEWHERE IS NOT A DISTRICT FOR MISERABLES

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MARTINO but are you really able to feel whats in that poor creatures stomach. I dont know and I went away, and I promised Id talk to her only until she really understood whats inside her stomach. Perhaps it is not that sentimental education that you were talking about. But if when my feet are on fire, I have to shut up like a robot, I dont understand how I can educate myself about feelings. Because with imagination I cant. If it doesnt happen with the experience of life and fuck me and who do I hurt, when does it happen? If I dont hurt anyone, why dont I have to cry, laugh, laugh out loud. Because I have to hold back whats born in my guts. If Im not here, how can people understand who I am, when I suffer, what makes me angry. Theres only one sea, were all in this boat together. I dont understand why we act like we all have our own sea. You talked about sentimental education. I wanted to understand how you do it, without these premises. Aunt Olga had to shout and she didnt. And if she had, what would you say, that she shouldnt have done it. And back to square one. You said it well before. She didnt give you the material. And you gave it to us? We never heard you lecture us. Thats the problem. Did you give it to us?