There is a great feast. The guests are busy doing crazy things and burst out with hysterical laughs. Life here is instinctive, perilous and happy. They are cheerful, open-mouthed, riding the red monster in a garden of kisses. People who are taken for puppets being trembled on the table by Authority; he who grimaces at them. Children are lost in the horror puppet show, surrounded by sinister faces laughing at them. Fathers take their kids to a taxidermy museum where the voracious eyeballs of a dried bird screams in the eyes of children. Even in a neighborhood some blocks further, the police arrive, the siren and red light splash on the dirt ground of night, leaving children of fear roaming in a dead-end alley. Without fail, we are obliged to remain drunk, for the great feast goes on forever.