[..]"One day, I wake up and went to the kiktchen to prepare my morning coffee. I am 32 years old and I work as and artist curator for a local magazine downtown. I am married. I meet my husband in a common friend's wedding. Three month later we moved togoether and one year later we married. He was the lovelist man I have ever meet in my life.
This morning he became a Gorila".
(Extract from the unwritten diary Journal of Mary, confessions of a disappointed woman)
