“The day after the feast of Epiphany, my brother invited me to his city. Six months have passed, we need to remember. I dressed up: jeans designed by an Italian homosexual, a woman-colored sweater. Nowadays pretending to be gay is the squeak. You’ll live in a village, on the outskirts, and start looking gay to go to the grocery store. On top of everything is a down jacket, you can’t live without a down jacket, the frosts have just taken over our territory...”