“a man like me, who does not work, who does not want to work, will always be disliked.
In that house full of working people , I was the madman that, deep down, everyone wanted to be. I was the one who went without food, the cinema, warm clothes, to be free. I was the one who, without meaning to, daily reminded people of their wretched state.
people have not forgiven me for being free and for not being afraid of poverty.”