Hyenas, please, hyenas. It's the money. They're the same slaves to money and that's perhaps a heritage from the west. You have elephants at the end which seems to imply that there is some kind of standard, some kind of hope. There is some kind of hope.
Hyenas are frightened and elephants follow the wind.
They follow the wind and follow the life. My last hope is that my children become elephants away from Hyenas. For me a film should be a bomb, a bomb of emotion like a rush -not a joy for forgetting reality, but a joy for opening your sweet dream for the reality. I can't say. Three are professionals.