"Oh, really. Did I really go through so much for this. First kindergarten, yes, it was horrible, kids are so cruel. I had to adapt to survive, it's not easy to make a kid laugh, you just have to say something about poop. Then elementary school, more violence requires more artistic talent. It's my instinct, yes, to laugh is to survive. Every day, the door to my room is a curtain. The eyes of those around me are like a spotlight. I walk on stage, enter the school and the show begins. Institute, there was little choice, over the years I was not a good student, I lived in fear, I chose the art institute. There are a lot of like-minded people here, we understand each other but we don't show it. Then work, after graduation we realize that everything was for nothing. Survival instincts in the wild are not useful in a zoo. The circus became my home, traumatized clowns, cruel trainers, arrogant gymnasts, so agile and so empty. The more fabulous the show, the darker the backstage."