"I'm alive."
"Shout it! Make the world hear it, make it hear that you’re here!" shouted Walter, leaning towards him until he almost touched his nose with his.
"I exist," shouted Carpetti with all the breath he had, standing up, and immediately dropped back into his chair, more and more confused.
"What does all this mean?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.
"What do you mean?"
"Why did I find myself in this situation? Why am I here? And who are you?"
"Whatever I tell you would be a lie. I believe in signs and I believe in dreams, I believe in the magic and alchemy of life. And I'm sure that if you're sitting here in front of me now, surely there's a reason... but I don't know it. There is a why for all things, but I don't have the answers. I only have questions, just like you,"
