XXX: How I get angry with my friends and acquaintances. They know that I am Siddhartha. They call the guests and ask for their computer to be repaired. Every time the same thing. Everyone is resting, communicating, and I am like a fool. How they have the courage to ask for help so undisputedly that normal money is worth. I do not say to a well-known painter: "Shit, guy, while in the guests, make me a repair here in the children's room!"