(06/08/23)
The sister of the model. Can you imagine? She just an architect, all quiet and so on, so she just the absolute opposite to the model. When she enters the room you can see that the lady has lived alone and with cockroaches; because when one passes, she just steps on it, lifts it with her fingers and puts in the garbage. Not me acting like that, right. So it takes a moment but then she starts crying because her husband or what has left her, but also the mother doesn't really seem to care much, so the daughter says something like that it is always the same, rolls a cigarette and leaves. I see her from the balcony on the street, and I see that she is stressed smoking; her brown curly hair is almost on fire because it's windy, and she in between with her little cancer-stick.