My name is Anna. Anna Shumana. I'm twenty-seven and I'm not from here. My parents brought me to this little country when I was a child... a few years later they were fed up with their life here... feed up with themselves... feed up with I don't know what... they separated and went in different destination. But, they couldn't take me with them... I took refuge in the house of their friends... I lived in many places... I got to know people... their problems, their solutions... I left school early... and obviously... I came into the streets... I lived with the ones making life outside... I became revolted... revolted against the mainstream orders... revolted against the discrimination of what is different... revolted against the world of money... greed… and then, I left everything and went around the world in a hurry... through my travels I managed to learn how to love people, but after, when I came back again to my hometown, I couldn't adapt, I couldn't manage to make relations with the ones from my past anymore... so, my sedentary life has grown dull... I locked myself at home... and I became a drug addict... I tried suicide many times... all failed... that's how I went into the world of psychiatric hospitals... and so, once I was hospitalised I began to have contact with other indolent people like me... Thus, at some point I got in a relationship with a very handsome dreamy-man, he used to have loud discussions with an inner person he called Krut Cobrain, that's how schizophrenia was diagnosed to him... but he was really sweet to me, and mysterious, I liked him very much... and so, as the thing went on, we started a problematic relation... I struggled to give him all the love and joy that rested in my heart and soul... and he, I wanted him to give me back the sense of fantasy that I needed... but during the night... after the sex... he always would confess that he couldn't love anyone, “cause I don't believe in love itself” he would say, so I left the psychiatric hospital, and came out to live the real life, therefor now, I´m a stockist in a hypermarket with a name recognized by all of you. In other words, I place on shelves, in a highly classified manner, everything that is so indispensable for you, everything that you can not live without in your daily life. Furthermore, I live alone, I don't usually go to the cinema and I have, so to speak, three boyfriends at the moment, all alienated minds, what is typical on me, but let me explain: one is a punk from the suburbs, another is a Rastaman from the overseas, and the other is a kind of petty bourgeois neo-hippie artist. I say this this way to make it easier for you to understand, it's not that I believe in clichés, nor that I´m trying to create a collection of relationships, that's how things have been happening, and so, through the times we have been losing each other and having time to find each other again, and I can say, I like all of them in different ways, they all complete a part of me that the other cannot reach. Thus, I may confess that, when I'm not working I spend most of my time with them. So, moving forward, let me present them to you. The punk's name is Zito, Mandla is the rasta and Peter is the neo-hippy kind of thing. Zito lives in the suburbs, where the city meets the countryside, this is, he lives in an old granite house covered in verdigris, and the house is a kind of squat, it’s semi-abandoned, other people stay there sometimes, mainly travellers, and I’m always happy to deal with travellers. Mandla, by its turn, lives closer, more into the city, but still in the suburbs, he actually lives in a requalified slum with many white buildings in the middle and a lot of cabins around and in between the white buildings, and tunnels under the earth, tunnels that unite the buildings and the shacks around, but what they do on that buildings I´m not sure, I never see any kind of movements there, I never see anyone on the windows, where all the people is, is down, down on the shacks and on the cabins, down in the slum people live together, they cook together, they share their joy and resentment, and there are animals running free through the adjacent gardens, and there are garages with bands playing, and there are macumba, Mandla is a dealer, many people request his services, but he always keeps the best for us. About Peter is a different story. Peter lives in the middle of the city, actually he lives in a building with an inner garden, and it's there we meet, by the glasshouse, where he has his studio, and so, his paintings are based on the fauna and flora of tropical countries, and I'm his muse, so he can paint me in the middle of Amazonia forest, surrounded by cobras, pink dolphins and poison dart frogs, and on the next study I can be his muse of Egypt, and I will appear super tanned, surrounded by jackals and lions, and crocodiles with golden pyramids inside their eyes, and I will disappear in the back of the pyramids, and then, on the next study I will be in open desert talking to the shadows between the dunes and the sky and then he will come and put his hand on my ass.
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