I think I'm going to buy two pistols for the first time in my life, one with silver bullets and one with regular bullets. And I'm not joking. Because of severe schizophrenic attacks, I suffer from short-term memory loss and blackouts, so I went to Dorotheum with my sister on Wednesday and after all my paintings were rejected, I took them back. An hour later, I had three of the 15 in a blue bag on my shoulder and visited Hupsi's shop, where I bought a painting for 20 euros and left again: a brief blackout and disruption prevented me from taking the bag with me. Today I'm being confronted with the fact that paintings worth 7,000 euros weren't in the shop, and since yesterday they've been emphasizing that our surveillance cameras don't have memory cards. No respect for Barbad Farahani, and Barbad Farahani hates inferior, third-rate characters who have the nerve to stand in front of me like that. They'll sit and think for a long time; not standing upright for a year is fine!