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“man needs the past.
to remember who we are.
more precisely, to remember the person we used to be.
there is a feeling of crying inside me for a moment.
sniffling.
so i'm starting to joke around.
crappy jokes.
let me hide my melancholy in my loneliness.
let me live when i get home.”timur, almost a misanthropic rock star at 46.
while fighting alcohol, life, depression, feelings of meaninglessness, middle age and creativity crisis, he is also trying to be a father to his four-year-old daughter and a son to his mother.
the most difficult issue is to endure oneself.
a lonely rock star who thinks he's being forced to be another person all the time, who can't even know who he is anymore, who can't keep up with the age he lives in. At that time, she is also trying to carry out a heart relationship, which is difficult for her to convince herself.
sure, as much as it can.
more precisely, as far as it can't. Teoman reveals his claim in romance as much as in songwriting. A hero who we are both very familiar with and very foreign to, a life that is both very pathetic and very fun and funny...