Dandelion

‘I belong to a distant race, my ancestors were Vikings, they slashed their sides and drank their blood. I’ll slash scars all over my body, I’ll get myself tattooed, I want to be as ugly as a Mongol, I’ll show you, I’ll scream in the streets. I want to go crazy with anger. Don’t ever promise me jewelry, I’ll get down on all fours like an animal and have convulsions on the carpet. I want my wreath covered all over with blood. I will never do any work …’