ESTRAGON What am I to say? VLADIMIR Say, I am happy. ESTRAGON I am happy. VLADIMIR So am I. ESTRAGON So am I. VLADIMIR We are happy. ESTRAGON We are … - Samuel Beckett

I weep without interruption. It's an unbroken flow of words and tears. With no pause for reflection. But I speak softer, every year a little softer. Perhaps. Slower too, every year a little slower. Perhaps. it is hard for me to judge. If so the pauses would be longer, between the words, the sentences, the syllables, the tears, I confuse them, the words and tears, my words are my tears, my eyes my mouth.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was, but that I was, forgot to be.

What is certain is this, that I never rested in that way again, my feet obscenely resting on the earth, my arms on the handlebars and on my arms my head, rocking and abandoned. It is indeed a delporable sight, a deplorable example, for the people, who so need to be encouraged, in their bitter toil, and to have before their eyes manifestations of strength only, of courage and joy, without which they might collapse, at the end of the day, and roll on the ground.