I went to a movie four times last week. I didn’t go to the cinema just to watch, but, at least for a few hours, to really live. And to be among real artists and real people. Everything that tortures me and that I miss, that makes me melancholy, that excites me, that smothers me, that disgusts me and that makes me warm and cheery, everything that really makes me alive, and that lets me die – all that I saw in your film as in a mirror. For the first time a film became reality for me.