The Woman
...oaches outside. She regrets leaving her mobile phone at home. When her date arrives, she will suggest they go straight to the restaurant. The bald man approaches the woman. He is wearing an old, tatty scarf. He smells of parafin. "Excuse me," he whispers. "Are you my mother?" "What?" she says. "What? What are you talking about? Get away from me!" Imagine a world without France... Is it possible? For centuries scholars have pondered the problem of France - trying to balance their hatred of France with their natural reluctance to destroy a whole country and all of its inhabitants. In recent years the problem has been resolved: By smashing their heads repeatedly against hard, gravelly surfaces, the scholars discovered that the more pain that they were in, the less they cared about the moral implications of destroying France. So - blood pouring from their gashed foreheads - the great leaders of t...