These people -- in my, symbol-obsessed, twelve year-old imagination -- these people who are strangling themselves as one of the first things they do each morning, they can't possibly be happy.
Ovi ljudi -- u mojoj, simbolima opsjednutoj dvanaestogodišnjoj mašti -- ti ljudi koji su sami sebe vješali među prvim stvarima koje naprave svako jutro, oni nikako ne mogu biti sretni.