Chapter Eleven. THE PROCESS

Well, the shooting is over. We will never see the head again. Nor will we see the toys, the planes, the vomit stain in the living room; No one will ever sit on Mircea's bed again, no one will ever place boeuf salad on that table cloth (because it died by stapler).
And I was wondering where the film is. What happened to it? The foreverness of the toys and books, movement, emotion, rehearsals and the one thousands elephants.

I now live with the director, I spend my days on his monitor (it's not as classy as in my old home, and a lot more dust, but my gorgeous horsy smile is on all the time).

So I found out some stuff about the film. I sure hope I got it right: after the shooting, the film was developed, it had a positive copy made, the 10 small film reels were transposed into 2 bigger ones, and then the film went to telecinema, tomorrow it goes on Laura's computer and she will start sychronizing it with the sound that Vlad recorded during the shootings. That's all I know so far but I will keep you informed.