 Well, first of all, if you don't mind, after having got the news from Paris, I recalled I remember a poem written by my native compatriot, the Nobel Prize winner poet Visco Vashemburgska. And thank you, Fritsch, from your staff, who in half an hour supplied me from the computer, the poem, Hated. If you don't mind, I'll share with you some Hated. Look how able and skilled it is in our century, the Hated. See how efficient it still is, how it keeps itself in shape. Our centuries Hated, how easily evolved the tallest obstacles, how rapidly it passes, tracks us down. Hated, Hated, its face twisted in agreement of erotic ecstasy, gifted, diligent, hard-working. Need we have mentioned all the songs it has composed, all the pages it has edited, all the history books, all the human carpets it has spread over countless cities, squares and football fields? Hated is a master of contests between explosions and that quiet red blood and white snow. Above all, it never tires of its light motives. The impeccable executioner towering over its soiled victim, the last words, is always ready for new challenges. If it has to wait a while, it will. They say it's blind, blind. It has a sniper's skin sight and gazes, unflinchingly, at the future as only it can. So first my reaction was Hated. And then before I'll ask you a question, I want to share with you something else from my experience. You mentioned my participation in the march from St. Mark Montgomery in 1965. Before I arrived there, I went to Mississippi to the Deep South. It was a time for the young people to know really there's a battle for civil rights in the United States. I came with an old Volkswagen, I remember I bought it and purchased it for 110 dollars at the time because it was used in 1965. And then I went to Magnolia, Mississippi, you know where it is, where it was set fire in a school where the black kids tried to put three together with the white. And when I left the car, somebody set fire to my car. Why? Because next to me was a Negro boy, who was next to me. So when I remember Schoenberg has hated, I can only also remember when I was the object of hated. But this is what is behind hated. And then believe me, from those days I was starting, I started thinking, why people do it? Why? What is a psychology? In the Deep South, I could understand it for the white, poor people. If they wanted to distinguish, their only value was their white skin, nothing else. So when they see, coping with the equalization of rights, they oppose it, they rejected it. What value, my whiteness, being a white man, probably for sure it happens in very many other fields, in very many other situations. And here I want to tell you, at least as far as I am concerned, people are much more obsessed when they are humiliated than when they are killed. And believe me, if you want to avoid the ultimate danger, start with trying to comprehend, to develop empathy, to not to humiliate the other person. Because this is stronger. The final word for my final question, Maria, because I am fascinated by you facing the worst barbarism. What kept you alive? What's it? What's the duty he's talking about? Was it sheer luck? What is it? Some people would say, providence. Well, in my, well, maybe fortune, good luck, but in my case, I'm sorry, maybe I would be a little bit banal. A friend of mine, excuse me for giving this parallel, a friend of mine whose autobiography was translated into very many languages, it is autobiography with a scar, urban freestyle, in his memoirs. Who passes him what I did, his only conclusion is, in a hell should behave according to the laws, to the rules of the hell. No rules, only you can survive if you kill somebody else. But fortunately, really, it was my fortune, my luck, that I passed the two death marches, the two camps, it was Auschwitz and Wohenwald, in a group of comrades, some of my comrades. And they'll give you only one example, and then you will know what I have in mind after having arrived to Auschwitz, after three, four days, a couple who was a criminal and who used a German slang, I couldn't follow his slang, or something, I didn't follow him, I didn't understand him. So he knocked me down, I fell down, my glasses were broken, and you know, for somebody who is shot sighted, without glasses, symmetry one day, two days, he would be beaten up to death. So there was one chance to get glasses, well, of course, to the young generation like that, no possibility to go to the optician, no possibility to do, but still there was a possibility to get glasses from the dead bodies. Then people, who you know in Auschwitz, it was called Canada, this unit, the detachment which was sorting all what was left, so they wouldn't, they were not people of good health, they wouldn't give you glasses from the dead body, they wanted to sell it. What was the currency? Among the elite in the camp was even vodka, those who were interior civilians. If not vodka, for me, were cigarettes, we didn't have cigarettes, we were just on the bottom. But still we have also currency. What was the currency? Bread. It was an everyday portion, and they demanded three portions for glasses from a dead body. If I had to give these three portions, I would die. And the ten people, my ten comrades decided that they will cut one third of the ten portions to give and over to purchase, obtain glasses for me, for myself. So my conclusion is very optimistic, this one, so that maybe, maybe this also made me going in 65 in the March with Martin Luther King from Saint-Otto-Mondon, and probably this was, probably. So in this case, I would be an optimist, and in general, I am not so much because you touch the issue of culture, and what a comparison, if you look to something, this is really a great movie, but 95% of the audience, they would see horrors, they would be infected by only power films, communal films. So, and here, I agree with you, we could say as ecclesiastists, it has been already, in modern times, it was the great performances. Maybe this is a great performance of the internet, of the television, cavern consulates. We should think what to do with it, with this great infection of the Tamloids, of the, this is the first step of Barbara, this is the first step.