Snow White Page #4

From this angle, the world is blind.

Dark city, making shadows

on buildings so sullen.

The scenery ravaged by misery

rage and rancour advances like cancer.

Piss, toxic smell.

The drool of pitbulls.

The stare from under their caps,

we think about the future.

Tomorrow? What the f*** tomorrow?

Here the future has a hidden face.

A mixed society

at the dawn of an era in cities,

built after war.

The harmony changed

into a world of agony

we forget how we discard it,

those that are trained to nought,

the unwanted, the different.

I liked this girl right from the start.

Not just because

she was incredibly beautiful,

no there was more to it.

She was so "refreshing".

Walking through the outskirts

of Zurich

which reminded me

of a workers' village,

Nico told me amazing new things

about this city,

things I hadn't heard before.

Beautiful... fresh...

and not stupid either.

There's something I don't understand.

I mean, you made it, you're famous,

how come you're not happy?

Success. It's like pedalling

in a hollow void.

The more famous you are the

less people listen to you.

You're just a product.

What you have to say,

is it so important?

Isn't it enough if people just

listen to your music and have fun?

Sure it's important.

It's important to me.

If you have nothing to say,

you might as well keep your mouth shut.

I have to show you something.

I'm taking you up there, come on!

Everything alright?

Come on!

Are your parents still living here?

Yeah... down there.

Just like mine! Heaven on earth.

Do they still work?

What do your parents do?

You have to answer me first.

My father makes metal parts

for machines.

A steelworker.

Mother is a cashier at the supermarket.

Very normal, they both work.

In any case,

they made a real gem-stone.

Let's go visit them.

No, they have to work.

It's six o'clock. Let's go see.

A good idea, isn't it?

OK.

Let's go.

Nico, what a surprise.

Where is Wanda?

She's at work.

Hello.

Good evening.

Have you two eaten already?

Good evening.

Good evening.

What did she say?

She asked me if you're hungry.

Yes

Come in.

And who is the handsome young man?

A friend from Geneva.

Take some more. It's fine.

Sometimes you just have to get lucky.

That parents from Schwamendingen can't

speak French and that a French-Swiss

popstar doesn't speak Swiss-German.

Sh*t! I completely forgot!

I have to leave, now!

Paco, we have to go.

Shame.

Thanks for everything.

Goodbye.

Thanks. Bye-bye!

And now friends, to battle we go!

Gods, you must concede me the lust

to throw this one longed for youngling

in the dust at my feet.

Speak louder. We'll play loud music.

And say everthing a little... cooler.

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