Another triumphant year, despite these servants, especially Cica Bácsi: I toil that big kopasz tér on top of his head, but nothing grows, no matter how much I scratch it: it shows how me, Princess Répu, unlike my brother Tallinn, I am not a gazda (obviously). We are 11 today: that means I am one life and Tallinn is one life. We are 11, together but not együtt. We are always going to be 11, one life and one life, always growing more life, never growing old.
