I am a forgotten man. I'm not really here. You didn't have to notice me.... Please ignore me. I am a man who does not exist. You talk so kindly, I don't know what to do. If I miss people, I cannot live alone anymore. My conversation is always a monologue. I've been alone from the moment I was born... Lucky, unlucky... It makes no difference to me. Sometimes, even breathing becomes too much. Why do you insist on talking to me? Are you a forgotten man, too?