Based upon "The Passion according to G.H.", by Clarice Lispector.

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It's a story about a woman that had it all, and how she discovered that it wasn't what she needed. In a sterile and dry storageroom, a murder of a cockroach pulls a quiet woman into a maze of inner thoughts about the meaning of her life, about the value of things she had, in a writing also claustrophobic, heavy and dry as the room.

"Something's missing that once was essential to me and is so no longer. I don't need it anymore, as though I had lost a third leg that until then kept me from walking but made me a stable tripod. I'ts that third leg that's now missing. And I've gone back to being someone I never was, I've gone back to having something I never had before: ust my two legs. I know that I can walk only when I have two legs. But I sense the irrelevant loss of the third one, and it horrifies me, it was that leg that made me able to find myself, and without even having to look."