Contaminated air in the goddamn metropolis, libidinous men and women, deteriorated love(if there was one...), twisted humanity, gloomy Zidane(the last No.10), ridiculous fair play, work like a dog, sleep like a log, half animal half human being... so many fucking things are torturing our bodies and spirits,we are totally lost in this chaos,full of paradox...what we will gain when we reach to our graves? The gravestone epitaph says: Here lies a ass with his/her sin,nothing else...So you creep out of the grave,standing nude on your ruderal tomb and ask god,the father:WHY?

He replys with a cunning smile:Oui! C'est la vie!!!You've got it...