I'm so sorry that I hit you in the face.
I wanted to say something, but we were not allowed to speak.
I don't know what got into me. I was so desperate.
My biggest fear is to be... alone.
Solitude terrifies me.
So I decided to make this big trip to America.
All alone.
As if it would solve everything, but it didn't.
Do you know how it feels to be at the edge of the Grand Canyon,
with no one to share it with?
It's horrible!
It's so sad.
For me America was supposed to be...
A promise of a big journey. Like Thor Heyerdahl.
But it was all rest stops and McDonald's.
There are a lot of McDonald's here.
You have no idea what I'm saying...
...obviously.
But I like the way you look at me.
You have kind eyes.
Nothing can start between us, though.
Because...
I have to finish working on myself.
To find it in me.
And not through someone else's eyes.
There. I'm sorry.