there was the news of the sixth golden ticket winner and the tv turned on and the tv showed a depressing and gloomy atmosphere with piles of scribbled paper in the corners it was also possible to understand that it was raining outside the window of this house and there was a plump and sad man in a scarf standing near the piano it was mr forlon and there was a equally sad woman in a blue stripped dress it was Mrs forlon and in the middle layed their depressed and sad daughter Barbara forlon and the journalist cherry Cherry: dear friends I'm in France! At the moment it is pouring rain in this place full of romance and emotions which cannot but tears and the daughter of the French poet Barbara forlon likes to do this! Barbara what are your feelings about such a victory? Barbara: sad... Cherry: but why? Barbara: as soon as Mr wonka announced the contest with these golden tickets I didn't show much interest like many of my friends... Mr forlon: my dear you don't have any friends... Barbara: am talking about depression and sadness and disappointment... Mr forlon: ah... Barbara: so I didn't want to find this ticket but I treat chocolate like an antidepressant thar unsuccessfully tries to fill my emptiness inside but by pure chance it turned out that I still found the ticket... Cherry: but shouldn't you feel joy? Barbara: "joy" what's that? And... what happened to your face? Mr forlon: the grimace on her pour face is caller "smile" darling... Barbara: ugh...so that's how "smile" looks like... Cherry: Mr forlon tell me do you feel proud of your daughter? Mr forlon: I would feel proud if I wasn't full of longing and sadness...even the discovery of the golden ticket will not be able to extract from our family the great sadness hanging over our house... the interview ends and this was before you were born