I asked you for some salt and you gave me pepper. -No, no, I want salt, I said. It just needs a little salt to be perfect! Then you handed me a spoon, then a glass, then a plate, sliced bread, lettuce, and every possible and unimaginable thing you find in a kitchen. You placed it in front of me, looked at me as if you had a question mark on your face and said: - What else do you want? Haven't I already given you everything? It was true, you gave me everything except what I asked for, so I thought and asked again for salt. You brought me a cake. I asked again for salt, you brought me an apron, I asked again... Until the word SALT appeared huge, a burden, unpleasant, IMPOSSIBLE! And then I chose to taste the food and said it was good, even though I felt something was missing and even though I saw the salt shaker in your hands.