Filantropica Page #2
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Every morning, the same faces full of pimples.
I counted them.
I have 246 pimples in the 10th grade
and 197 in the 11th.
Bucescu, may I bother you
for a second?
I care about you, do you care about me?
Why are you upset?
I asked you to turn off your cell phones!
Is that clear?
What did I say? I said you were a whore because
you had makeup on and you were hitting on "Limp".
Sometimes I began to think in their words.
The school was "shitty", Lova was "hot"...
...the classes were "no fun",
my life was "f***ed up".
Bucescu, would you be so nice
to give me a moment of your attention?
But in my time school was not a joke.
The 19th century poets saw first
the antagonistical contradictions...
...of the capitalist society.
What kind of contradictions did the
A... antagonistical.
Tell me the title of a poem
where you see these contradictions.
Today I teach Romanian literature
in this famous high school...
...where only students of a certain
background are accepted.
I just published my first volume.
A collection of 10 novellas in limited edition.
And I paid for it all.
for a bus ticket, but...
...I was proud to see my work
on the bookstore shelves.
Excuse me, there was a book here,
"Nobody dies for free". Is it sold out?
People fought for it, sir!
I sold exactly 3 copies.
-And the rest?
-I sent them back to the publisher.
-Why?
-There was no demand...
-No demand? I'm demanding it!
-Can't help you now, I returned them.
Were they taking up
your breathing air?
The motherf***er died the next day.
I killed him, in pain, on the 3rd page
of the new novel I was working on.
Point. New line.
"The night was sneaking
silently into the city..."
The bad part was that
I was stuck on this phrase...
...for days, and I simply could not go on,
in spite of all my efforts.
Still listening to Christmas music?
It's September!
We know. But with someone eating our social security
like you do, I'm not sure I'll live 'till Christmas!
That sh*t that you left in the fridge
was your social security?
-Your mother busted her ass cooking that sh*t!
-Because you didn't go to the market to buy anything!
What was "the writer" doing?
Nothing!
-Are you talking to me?
-Yes, I'm talking to you.
Did you at least read my book?
-I'll read it, don't worry.
-When?
-When I'll finish the one I'm reading now!
-I looked at it, it's very good.
Did anybody ask you anything?
We were an united family,
living a perpetual Christmas.
Outside, Vera was waiting for me.
She had a single passion: other people's kids.
I'll go put him to bed, so please don't talk too loud
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