ANGELA

Angela talks to herself talking of other things, laughing, dreaming. With her overpowering vitality, her force, her melancholy expressions, Angela describes a world, the world of the "lottery game", structured according to the syntax of a magical language (symbols, cabals, numbers) soaked with fantasy. She lives in this world in the dogged search for a ransom in the face of a reality which, according to her often turns out to be gloomy and melancholy. Her hope of a victory is a need located in her everyday reality. The hope drags along sighs of pain with it, but passes, filtered through the dream apparition of a dead man who speaks ("47") her own language.