I went to bed and was soon surprised by my neighbor, pushing through my door in his wheelchair. Somehow he managed to grab my foot and bring him under his control. He wasn't good-natured anymore, loyal and charming, but tried, himself as uninvolved as possible, pick up, what i him, still owed in his opinion. I felt the weight of his upper body, lay on me like cement and I was a little afraid of it, to suffocate. Through his armpit I looked down at the stump of his leg, severed below the knee and barely moving. "And how did you do that?"I already told you that, I came into contact with a shark in the water...” I smiled. And just before he started, to snort, I saw innumerable bits of reddish cloud above the trees behind the window, and I called:"You know, how fleecy clouds come about? It must have something to do with the wind, maybe a cold front. But, If only I knew!"- "Shut up! Do you want a punch in the face??!Sepp gave me more very uncomfortable minutes, and I thought the real Winestein would have had more than that, he was smart and vulgar. But what does that matter now?? Kurz, before Sepp heaved himself into his wheelchair with a groan, I demanded that, what he promised me, but Sepp talked his way out. Also the next day and the day after that. Then I gave up. Apart from that we both got Covid shortly after, Sep first, then me. And that was all about three weeks ago now, Jeanne. Sepp had to go to the hospital because of an embolism, it hardly touched me. I expected it, I no longer have any empathy, not for people, like Sepp, not for others, that float away from me like clouds and not for such, of which you say, that they are systematically disappearing. Do not you understand, Jeanne, i'm not human anymore, I've outgrown myself, than the contempt in the Bardot's dark green eyes. I'm a part of this movie as the contempt, playing in the eyes of the Bardot, than endless sadness, hovering over the scene, when Piccoli gives them away, to save his script. Everything is prostitution, everything! if you understood that, Jeanne, you are no longer a beautiful flower! you piss yourself off. The boredom and the speechlessness, who seals the end of her love on Capri. It's so easy, to turn a movie into a masterpiece, but even easier, a trivial one, fucking up absurd life like mine.
(Dolly)