Life is stronger than you, even when you deny it, even when you neglect it, even when you refuse to admit it. Stronger than everything. People came back from concentration camps and had more children. Men and women that were tortured, that saw their loved ones die and their houses burn started running for the bus again, talking about the weather and marrying off their daughters. It’s incredible but that’s how it is. Life is stronger than everything. And then, who are we to give ourselves so much importance? We act out, we raise our voices and so? And why? And then what, after?