She is the blondest, the most beautiful, the most myopic, the most sentimental, the most liar, the truest, the most confusing, the most obstinate, the most disturbing of heroines. The lady in the car has never seen the sea, she runs away from the police and keeps telling herself that she is not crazy.
What happens to him is beyond comprehension. His hand was broken at a gas station. Just
the hand, without taking the money. As if to tell her that everywhere, wherever she is, she can be hurt, in little pieces, until the end, and that never, no matter how she flees, she will be alone, free from what she knows, from the past and from what she hides
The lady in the car with glasses and a gun
She is the blondest, the most beautiful, the most myopic, the most sentimental, the most liar, the truest, the most confusing, the most obstinate, the most disturbing of heroines. The lady in the car has never seen the sea, she runs away from the police and keeps telling herself that she is not crazy.
What happens to him is beyond comprehension. His hand was broken at a gas station. Just
the hand, without taking the money. As if to say to her that everywhere, wherever she is, she can be hurt, by little pieces, until the end, and that never, whatever the escape, she will be alone, free from what she knows, from the past and from what she hides