together we sat in front of a big screen at home, were watching a movie which's name now i can't remember. must be an indian movie. no not aamir khan ever starring.
by the way donno why i'm writing in english, really.
years ago and hard to bring back all the things happened. only thing i have now is a man inside a moveless body, former dancer. beside having strong language and one of the most impressive stories i've ever seen it was a movie very good at plotting.
here what i mean to do is not a movie analysis. just remembering that, it ended up with euthanasia and nobody in the room did get it. of couse that scene wasn't displayed but the fact was too open to miss it. i tried 45 minutes or something to convince my friends in the room. they were like "but everyone in the ending was happy and smiling, they succeeded to change his mind and euthanasia did not happen"
as i said, this is not a blog about a movie, not about my smartness or something (they were the people most probobly more talented in figuring out things than me). this is about my darkness and my damn realistic side.
i wish i could be like them.