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During a 'magnetic' session,

there's always someone shitting themself.

Many of those coming today are doomed.

Doomed? What do you mean by that?

In the group this morning

there is one man who will die soon...

...in a certain sense he is already dead.

And about that woman with the flower dress-

She will give birth to a deaf mute child

within six months.

That man which had the coffee is

ferociously hated by his own family.

Someone will bite his little child one day,

and the truth will finally be revealed.

How can you know these things?

Don't interfere with the lives of our clients.

I beg you, don't interfere!

I beg you, it can be HELL!

We've got to draw dad's retirement.

I'm busy now, with all this work.

I'll do that.

God it's late! I've still got to buy something to eat!

Today I cooked some real tasty boiled stew!

My family hates that! It's so difficult

finding some good meat, nowadays!

I also love cooking a good risotto!

Ah risotto, yes- that's tasty!

Here, what a scent huh?

Ah, good.

How on earth can you ignore that?

It's the most organic authentic one...

Damn, I can't recall the name but i remember the tune:

It goes, 'taa taaa taaa'...

Sure, now I remember!

What the hell is that god damn clerk doing?

Haste makes waste!

- Let me go! Leave me! I'm innocent!

- why are they taking him?

What was he guilt of?

He's a crook.

A fake disabled worker...

Yet his arm was missing for real!

What matters is how he lost it!

An arm may well be worth nothing!

Still he's maimed, poor soul!

Death to the government, long live anarchy!

- What's this good for, now?

- It applies, trust me.

Please, keep the queue.

I want to go home, my back hurts...

Listen. I told him he couldn't make it.

Be kind sonny, try for me.

I ripped them off!

I'm not disabled, it's a trick!

but what about you? who's the holder of your cheque?

My father.

Disabled?

No, he died five years ago.

How?

Working at the subway.

So many fell victims of those damned pigs!

Where are you taking me? Get your hands off me!

Pigs! Sons of b*tches! C*nts! Pigs!

Mom! My back!

My baaaack!

Yes, yes...

Gosh, you're filthy! Where did you get so dirty?

We've got to hurry. I'm filled with appointments.

Tell me, did father die in the gallery,

or did they bring him outside still alive?

They brought him out still alive.

He died as soon as he saw daylight.

And who carried him out?

His comrades.

He had a whole lot of friends, didn't he?

He always had many. Everyone liked him down in the gallery.

How did that go exactly?

I told you that a million times now.

He was run over by a train while fixing rails.

After a while you can't hear anything down there, they say.

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