IN STEREO

I won’t paint my house. I mean, it’s pointless. One night I was sleeping and [woke up] to the noise – there were two boys with their backpacks, graffitiing the wall at three in the morning My neighbour’s, I mean. A newly painted house, in front of my house. I thought it was my wall. I couldn’t go down because it was risky. I called the police, and they arrived after an hour. But until then [the boys] made a work of art. I wanted to die. How come? Seriously! It’s that there are no values, there is no love for their land. They lack something, these kids. They are not happy, I feel that. I don’t know, I am not a psychologist, but I feel that it is a way of venting. And also destruction. I mean, they have no purpose. There is no love. They don’t care about life.

Pardon the expression, but they don’t care. Otherwise, they wouldn’t risk their lives. Because it is a risk. Getting up so early to do it: that is your time. Your money, too. I don’t know how to control this, honestly. I personally think it’s complicated to keep track of. Look, this has happened in my own experience, and the guys… Forgive the expression, they had no problem with me telling them I was going to call the police. They had finished making their work of art. There was no fear, because they are going to be locked up for a while [and] they will throw cold water at them, and the next day everything is fine. Or they give them something so the cops do not say anything. That’s how it is. This is how we work. – Gris