- Nothing. I just came from the field.
- So, where you part of it?
- Not really. I just wanted to know how they behaved.
- Who?
- Mmmm… both.
- Did you wake up your roommates?
- Yes I did.
- So… you did something.
- It does not count. What did you do?
- I was part of it. Of course, people did it to me last year. Besides, I wanted to see their bodies lying on the mud. I wanted to see them confused with no direction to go. To see them dancing as if their movements would take the water and the fear away. I wanted to see the bodies falling down over other bodies. No thinking. No reasoning. People did it to us last year. It is a tradition.
- I remember I said that I will not take part of it this time.
- I said the same. It was too excited for me and the same for every one.
- What is that fucking noise?
- They are shouting.
- Still?
- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
- Cut it off.
- No one knows how it.
- Tell me. How they did it to you last year?
- My friends came to my room. They shouted me 'wake up'. They took my legs and put me out side the room. They locked the door to prevent me to come back. Then, they went away. I waited out side. Some one else came. He sow me, he asked me what I was doing. I did not answer him. I was confused. He went away.
- What happened then?
- I could ear the grumbles coming from another place. I wandering what was it. I thought it was important. Then, I just went there. You know the rest.
- I remember I wanted to cry.
- Did you cry?
- No. Every one was smiling. May be they were not smiling. May be it was so cold that their muscles could not move in another way. I did not care. I just wanted to think that I was not the only one. That they found something funny on it. I sow their smiles and I smiled as well. I was trying to scare reality by pretending that every thing was fine.
- It is a tradition.
- Phylogeny reflects ontogeny? Not all the traditions are good. We should not do something because someone else did it before. Sometimes, we should follow the mass, sometimes not. Those kind of things stick to you back and you can not remove them without leaving a mark. Without leaving a memory of it. The same story but the characters change generation trough generation. Sorry for this expression but…
- Oh come on. Do not apologize in this moment. Just talk. I do not have space for feelings right now.
- I think we are hypocritical. I think we just talk and talk but we do nothing.
- Well... today we took action. Didn’t you see?
- That is not my definition of action.
- I think we are not going to have water to remove our dirtiness.
- Oh! So, can you just easily remove it by washing you face?!
- I think I will have to stay like this. I will have to eat breakfast with mud. The small lumps of soil following into my cornflakes.
- Does it make any difference?
- And tell me, did you do something?
- No, I did not.
- You also contributed with it.
- What?
- Yes my dear. Sometimes, silent is the bigger shout.
- What could I do any ways? One against almost one hundred people, I do not think so. Minority hardly wins. See, this is a way to say I have power. I am superior to you. My voice makes more noise than yours. Therefore, you ought to show me respect otherwise this will repeat again. But just between you and me.
- It smells like rain.
- Can be the smell of rain stronger than now? How are they?
- Once I read on internet that, according to its etymology, OK means all correct. What will happen after this?
- We all going for breakfast! I am hungry.
- Again?
