I had two grandfathers.
One by my mother,
one by my father.
They were both Lăutari.
One played the cimbalom
and the other, on my father's side, was a violinist.
My grandfather had a very good violin.
He stopped playing because of old age.
The violin was hung on a nail.
One day he called me and said:
"Hey, son, do you see that violin there?"
I reply yes.
"Take it."
It's yours now."
I can't. It's your violin.
"Nope. Now, it's yours. Take it."
And I took it. He said:
"You have a good violin in your hands now. Make good use"
My name is Gheorghe Costache.
I was born in 1959, on June 6th
I'm a part of a family of Lăutari
but I'm a musician.
In Romania, Lăutar means a man who can't read the musical notes.
He plays by ear.
He has an ear for music.
This is the meaning of Lăutari.
The musician has culture and did attend music schools.
He can read the notes
He's taught how to play classical, cafe music or jazz.
We used to go to the park with the violin.
Gică couldn't help taking the violin everywhere.
The violin was my biggest rival.
Wherever we went, we went with the violin.
The violin used to go with us everywhere, even to the movies or to the park.
Me to the right, the violin to the left.
He would never separate from his violin.
The kids would separate him from it in the end.
I had no childhood
as music does not allow you to play with other children.
I used to study 3-4 hours a day, sometimes 6.
At times I used to start at 9 pm to finish by 5 am.
I didn't have time to go out with other children.
I was a shy boy. I was not at ease chatting with a girl.
I was not used to the surrounding world.
Music would take me away from the world.
I had become a man devoted to music.
I'm from Glina, near Bucharest.
The village is inhabited only by Lăutari.
The first inhabitants of Glina had been Gypsy slaves.
My ancestors were the first to settle here.
Later on Romanians came along as well.
The first free men after slavery would settle in Glina.
They were Gypsies who had worked for the landowners.
On their release, they were given lands.
They were just playing music.
Nothing else.
Others were making only spoons or pots.
The Roma were classed by trade.
At the time of Ceausescu, there was no difference between Roma, Romanians and Hungarians.
That did not exist.
Everyone was equal.
Ceausescu sought equality. There was no separatism during his time.
He gave work to the Gypsies.
He gave them what to eat.
Gypsy kids did not go to school before.
Ceausescu enrolled them.
He dealt with the Roma as much as with the Romanians.
He did not make any ethnic discrimination.
Ethnicity was to become an issue only later.
Before, during the week, musical evenings were being organized.
The whole village was attending.
All the Lăutari of the village would come and play from 9 pm up to 2-3 am in the morning.
Competitions for the best musician were being organized.
It used to be like that before.
After 1990, in Glina,
we realized that we could no longer live on music as we used before.
Many would abandon music altogether and get hired.
The Lăutari ceased passing on the music tradition to their children.
The majority of the youngsters would like to learn a trade but even so they don't seem to make it.
What trades? Salesmen? Cab drivers?
This is the nowadays in Romania.
When I met Mr Gigi,
Gică as I used to call him,
I worked for 4 years. Almost 5.
While at the bus-stop he used to tease me with beautiful words
and questions on mathematics or chemistry, crap like that.
Little by little he would come over to see me more and more often.
He would come to my house.
He used to recite the formula of water and then keep asking me questions on chemistry.
And this is how it all started.
The ordeal... of Love
- The ordeal? - The Ordeal of Love.
Why not call it like that? How then?
- Was it an ordeal for you? - Yes, in the beginning.
Why should it have been happiness? - So it was an ordeal?
- Yes! - Bravo!
It was the first time for me and it was no fun.
Lucky son-of-a-bitch!
After 1 year of relation, we get married in a civil ceremony
After the civil wedding, we broke up.
We lived separately.
Almost 1 year.
After we went back together.
Everyone seemed to be against us.
His mother wanted something else for him.
A better social status
Like all mothers do. Now I can understand what she meant.
Before, I could not.
When you are looking for something you never find it.
At that time, I used to watch him on television... Was it on Saturday or Sunday?
No! On Sunday on “The Village Life,”
a traditional music show.
This is how I would introduce him to my co-workers.
I was the one dating that guy on television.
At that time it meant something.
He was almost a star.
Not anyone could pass on television
especially that there were only two channels.
The TV 1 and TV 2.
Ceausescu managed to cut them short.
He was so handsome, he had such an imposing presence.
That would fascinate me.
Our first child Ani was born.
His mentality and concerns would change.
It was at that moment when his TV show was to be cut short.
He had only a few hours left.
His orchestra was to be dissolved as well.
I can't remember the name of the orchestra.
He had played in several groups.
At one point we ended up with a child and a dropping income.
Instead of making more, we were making less.
Thus, he would put the violin aside.
He would play only for himself or for us.
Then he got hired.
He got hired at Chimopar.
I found him a position within my company.
We were working together but not in the same department.
We used to work on different schedules so as to be able to take care of the kids.
At the factory I used to work as a chemical operator.
Formerly the ICD factory became Chimopar.
I was conducting the Chimopar orchestra.
I worked here during 24 years.
Less for him because he was violinist.
I had great co-workers.
We were united. I used to go to work for pleasure.
We were working, laughing, chatting.
We belonged to the same generation.
The factory would be bought by foreigners.
It would be demolished.
They would terminate it. They put it down to the ground.
Little by little it went bankrupt.
There are only ruins left.
I was 25 when the revolution occurred.
What could I have known about capitalism?
In our history books one could read a statement such as:
May God protect you from another kind of communism.
But this is what we are having right now.
This is a second-type communism.
The communists have always been in power.
Those who used to sit in Parliament at that time are still there.
All they know is dismantling and selling the country.
After having sold the last plots of land, it's over.
There was no unemployment.
We had no idea about it.
He made many good things.
There were lots of companies running. At that time it was an agro-industrial country.
Now the country is bankrupt.
Maybe one will say that I'm pro-Ceausescu.
No!
I give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar.
This is a huge beautiful building.
I went inside once.
There was not enough time to tour it all.
The hallways are huge with beautiful paintings and sculptures.
There are huge sumptuous chandeliers.
One could hear the echo...
Magnificent.
This is our only pride.
Many refuse to admit it and question Ceausescu's doings.
Let them do it!
Ceausescu completed only the fourth grade.
He did not need to go to college.
I had political talent.
We was a simple shoemaker.
Many calls me “Ceaucist”. That's not true!
We have to admit his merit.
In Ceausescu's days, we had a real wage.
Until 1980 we used to live well.
From 1980 we had to tighten our belt.
It had to. We must to paid debts.
It was over population's head.
It was about 20, 30, 50 billions of Euro.
Of dollars.
So we had to tighten our belt.
To pay.
The debt was bring back to zero.
It was his only mistake.
There were Russians who strangled us.
It was Ceausescu's mistake.
He should have to leave.
We was of a certain age. We was old.
He should have to leave.
But one as Ceausescu, we will not have any.
Maybe in 100 years.
Maybe in 200 years, we will have a president as him.
- Now everyone seems to be regretting him. - Yes.
Ani was still a young kid and she used to sing at home "Olé Olé Ceausescu is no more."
It was the children's song.
It was the hymn that was being sung.
I used to go with him to the shows and I would wait behind the scenes.
He was giving performances in the houses of culture, in the parks
and at the 'The Harvest's Day,” the yearly fall festival.
There were also the autumn shows in the parks.
I was going with him and the violin.
The three of us.
Look how I photographed you well.
You see?
I must be paid!
Sorina!
Bring me...
What?
The cassette tape.
We first attempted to celebrate our religious wedding in 1997
We could not do it sooner because we were poor.
We had started from scratch.
We did not have the financial means.
We had some money in 1997, put aside on purpose for the occasion.
We made it up to the moment to purchase the wedding dress.
But we could not buy it. She got sick.
It was in May.
I fell seriously ill.
I was not feeling well and did not know what it could be.
Red dots had erupted all over my body.
I thought it was measles.
The hell began.
I'm lucky though.
Thank God! Nothing is possible without God.
I found a doctor who knew right away what it was.
He told me it was a blood disorder.
I panicked thinking it was leukemia.
He swore that it was not leukemia
but a slightly less severe blood disorder.
I have been living with it ever since with flare-ups occurring every 5 years.
It was thrombotic purpura.
The medications I have been taking ever since have caused side effects
such as heart and pulmonary issues.
You treat on one hand and you weaken on the other.
The hardships have started ever since.
She is still suffering from thrombotic purpura. It is an incurable disease.
She will live all her life with it.
Medications are extremely expensive.
They cost us about 80-90 euro per month,
She needs her medicines every months, excepted when she's at the hospital.
It gets worse when she needs to be admitted to the hospital.
I started thinking more about our situation.
At that time, we were living at my mother's house.
I told myself that if I were to die
he would find himself on the streets with our children.
Our daughter and our son.
He could not have stayed in my parents' house.
In addition he was young. He was 35-36 years old.
He could not remain a widower all his life.
Thus, when I felt better, about two years later,
we decided to buy some land and build a house.
We saved, and borrowed and bought the land.
We started from scratch. We recovered old bricks.
It was him and me and the kids who cemented the bricks and built it.
We could not afford to hire any workers as we had no money to pay them.
I don't remember how much a worker cost at that time,
but we did not have any money.
A violinist having attended the conservatory
had become a construction worker.
And he did succeed.
Quite well.
Until now.
It was Sorina who moved the beams.
She did it all by herself.
In my memories, the house of my childhood was the most beautiful ever.
In my memories...
I remember, once I was playing Sarasate
and I asked my father to play with me.
He answered that he could not do it
as I was a musician and he was a Lăutar.
I said: “Don't worry.
I'll show you how to play it on your accordion. It will be okay.”
We started playing Sarasate together.
At one moment he stopped and started crying.
My father was a Lăutar.
He had a hard life.
At that time he had to play live for hours on end
and not in playback as nowadays.
He needed to keep on going by all means.
From Tuesday to Sunday, Dad was extremely busy. He was at home only on Monday.
He was a breadwinner and was making good money.
Dad died very young, before 50 years.
Exhaustion. Overwork.
At home he used to never sleep at night.
From my birth to his death,
I never saw him sleeping in his bed at night.
He used to come back home at about 7-8 am and sleep until 1-2 pm.
At 2 pm he would leave to come back the next morning.
That was his daily routine.
He had attended the school of life.
He wanted his children to live a better life
and not be Lăutari.
He wanted them to become musicians and he did succeed.
Up to a certain extent.
If God had kept him alive for 3 or 4 more years,
I would have certainly had a better situation.
I remember I was in the yard.
My daughter-in-law was pregnant.
They still did not have a first name for their daughter.
They knew it was a girl.
At one moment, I made a joke asking Gică
to take me to the historic center of Bucharest and play Aida by Verdi.
At that moment my son Marius having heard the word Aida exclaimed,
"This will be my daughter's first name."
This is how her first name was to be chosen.
In our family,
boys usually play the violin, accordion or clarinet.
They play the instrument they like.
Girls play the accordion or piano or they sing.
This is our tradition.
Ida will be a musician. She will attend piano lessons.
I will send her to the same music school
where I was taught and where she will be taught as well.
In fact I have no clue how I got into music either.
It started out like a child's game.
One day I took up playing the accordion
and my mother asked Dad to get me one.
At that time Dad was employed somewhere.
One morning he came home with a red accordion.
There was no one to teach me.
Dad taught me the basics,
but he was a violinist... the accordion is quite a different instrument...
One of my uncles used to teach me a little bit here and there.
My son would not play much with me.
No.
His style is different from mine.
He does not like my music.
He wants new, modern music.
As for me, I do not really enjoy the manele, the nowadays played music.
Where is Daddy?
When I was 12, I used to have a music teacher from Glina.
After one year or one-year-and-a-half of classes,
my parents bought me my instrument, the keyboard.
Thereafter, all went on by itself.
I started playing with my pals in the city.
And now we are where we are.
As my father said, the profession is no longer the same as it used to be
It may be a little more stressful.
Nevertheless, we need to keep the tradition alive as my father and his father did before him.
We are ordinary people with ordinary occupations
with the music in addition.
The wheel of life keeps on turning.
My father was a Lăutar,
I was a musician and today my son is a Lăutar.
I call him a Lăutar because although he can read the notes,
he plays by ear.
It's Sorina who gather grapes.
This is what we make the wine of, the Bacchus' liquor.
That's something special.
I squeezed grapes with a trunk.
We make that way.
Usually, we use this technique to make brandy.
Others use machines for this
who press it completely.
As I have not a press I make it with a trunk.
I let it stand for having must.
We make like that. It's very easy.
I make it for myself. I do not make it for selling.
High quality.
I make it in small quantities but good.
Say that it's only for you. The rest of the family will not drink it.
Yes, it's just for me.
The rest of the family does not enjoy it.
I drink it every day.
Tell me how much am I drinking! You do know it.
- A liter per day, right? - It depends.
Of your thirst.
Cheers!
I am 58
and have never yet been to the mountains or to the sea either,
because of lack of time and money.
- What? - You are home lover.
So I said I had neither time nor money.
- I have never managed to go - You hadn't the opportunity to.
Neither the sea nor mountains.
I have never managed to go although all these foreign tourists are going there.
Not us. I would like to go one day though.
Fortunately that I have survived to live this moment!
I would have never dreamed of being able to go together to the sea one day.
- The two of us. - Can you believe it?
- Not even when we were young. - It is God's will.
Never say never.
Oh! Had I only have married you at the right time!
- It seems life is more enjoyable at the old age. - The kids have grown up.
We're old schmucks.
- Well, yes!
Oh, yes!
I don't look my age.
You do more.
- How do I do more? - Yes you do more.
- Do I look older? - Yes.
I am seeing you through my phone camera.
Old fool! Fat! Swollen!
We have not been swimming for at least 10 years.
We stopped going even to the pool.
Since we passed our 40s,
it seems like having hit straight into the 80s.
And now we're going to make a kid right here on the beach!
Are we?
Twins? Triplets?
I did not imagine the sea to look like this.
I thought it was a kind of a huge lake, but no!
The sea is immense.
I was seeing water as far as one's eye could see.
Bathing in the sea was a real pleasure.
I did feel myself so good.
If my little wife had joined me,
I would have never got out of the water.
But as I was by myself I had to get out.
As distraction, it deserved higher rate.
It felt exceptionally well.
I loved it. I did enjoy the sea so much.
It's beautiful.
Will you eat spaghetti?
Look imbecile. It is marked here, shrimp.
- Yes, it has been hulled. - Mussels.
- And how do we eat mussels? - They have been already hulled.
It's the mussel only. No more shells.
I think it's empty.
- Empty? - Yes.
Go ahead and eat as I am not.
I am going to take some with me to show them at home.
Shall we have some ice cream?
- What would Mr. Costache like? - Raspberry!
He wants it with raspberry because he is Mr. Costache!
Green lime. Wonderful!
I would like it with green lime.
It tastes delicious. It is worth the 5 Lei (1,10 €).
Look here! There's a rat.
You saw it? Look at it!
I went out with my lover to get him tanned.
I'm ready for you to hear it in two minutes.
I felt so well at the seaside.
This is the first time I have ever seen a casino.
I even met an old friend of mine, the guitarist who was playing there.
At first, in the beginning,
I used to enjoy listening to the “Ballade” which is my favorite air.
I love it so much.
When he was playing at home I would always ask him to play the “Ballade.”
Anyone can play it but I do like his way of playing it.
I enjoy his way of playing it for me.
Look what you got from the sea.
Look. Look, this is an insect.
Bravo!
Say bravo to Grandpa!
My biggest dream, when God will help us,
is to order a huge tray filled with mussels,
oysters,
and I don't remember how it's called... Not calamari ...
Octopus,
and frog legs. Beware, I am not going to eat!
I am not eating.
I will say to the waiter: “Bring me another tray on the table.
A small tray just for me with pork meats.
This is what I would like on a small tray.”
- Where are we going to put it? - In the car. We are going to cover it.
Look Marian, attach it by its foot.
Look Marian, make like that.
Who is going to be the criminal? Is it you Marian?
It doesn't matter.
The one who is going to have the guts to do it.
Anyway, we are going to slit its throat open.
I give you some bags to come home with it.
Yes we go back with.
You are going to put the bags in his car.
Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it!
- You prepare... - It's still for me to do it!
- You prepare the car. - Nope, I will not prepare anything.
Come on!
We are old pitiful schmucks and we are going to slaughter a pig.
You'll see how you will have difficulties.
- Why? - Come and see.
We should have taken your son with us.
You will see it, this one is strong.
Have I some strength? No.
You will see that I am right.
You will see the hell.
Have it 100kg?
A 100 kg pig has more strength than a larger pig.
- Which one? The white? - Yes, the white.
Take that one you want.
The white sow.
Put it on the neck. On the neck!
Marian, take it on the leg
There is no planks?
Watch out! To not let it go!
It will fall if we don't take it properly.
Come on!
We will remove the plank.
Come on, it's make.
No worry, we will wash after.
It was hard.
My father, God forgive him, bought a pig and a sow.
After, it went on a row.
He had the sow's piglets at all times.
He would slaughter the pig at Christmas.
It would weigh over 200 kg.
He would slaughter the sow at Easter as she was having the piglets.
He used to let them grow up and then at Easter he would slaughter the sow.
After h had 5, 6 or 7 pigs.
He would keep two until fully grown and would slaughter the others.
He used to slaughter one every two months.
He was slaughtering one whenever he needed it.
He had poultry too, 50 to 100 in the backyard.
We did not have to pay for the meat.
It was coming from our production.
The best solution ever.
At that time the corn was not expensive and prices were affordable.
Now this is no longer possible.
It's very expensive.
Corn.
We don't know where to buy the basic nourishment for pigs. It's very expensive
Slaughtering a pig is an economical issue.
We can't afford buying meat on a regular basis.
When you want to make a substantial saving,
you purchase a pig and slaughter it.
You take on it that God give you.
You will have meat for a long time.
It is a provisional supply as it's quite possible that in one week
I may not have any money left.
That's it also the pork.
This has been a custom since my ancestors.
Before pig there is pig's skin.
Once it has been scorched it turns out beautiful.
It is a sweet.
When seeing us eat the pig skin, many foreigners hide their shoes
for fear we are going to eat them.
Shoes and bags are usually being made out of pig skin.
Some are mocking us. But we enjoy it.
When you enjoy it, it does not matter anymore.
Add some salt. It's not salty at all.
- Mr. Cook, go to work. - Let me do it.
Turn on the water. The pipe is blocked.
Come on Marian, pour again.
I have burned myself.
What?
I have burned myself!
I don't understand.
I HAVE BURNED MYSELF!
Take the other side.
Go get the pickles!
Serve them with more polenta.
I'm fetching the bread?
Bring the bread.
Clan chief!
He's the clan chief!
I've just received a message.
I think it must be from Cetelem (credit bank).
We are numerous here.
A fridge would have been enough.
We are numerous here.
The equivalent of three families for one fridge.
The fridge I have is over 15 years old.
It has never broken down.
It has held damn well.
It was her who bought everything we have in this house.
She challenges me by saying:
"I bought this and that and you bought nothing".
All my money is gone.
Her money have value, mine nope...
It was fine. I have put the leftovers in the freezer.
I bought a freezer for this occasion.
Whether you like it or not.
We were late on this issue.
That's it.
We ended up in debt in order to be able to buy it.
We have both ended up in debt for the freezer.
We were late on this issue.
I thought the kids were going to give us some money.
They gave us nothing. We have remained in debt.
We'll see.
I have not been able to graduate from the conservatory.
Why?
I held well during the first year.
During the second year I began collaborating with the television.
I was young and I was running after money.
I had been trained by others.
One day my father said to me: "You spend a lot of money.”
And I said to him:
"I am of age, I can do whatever I want, don't tell me what I have to do."
I argued with him and did not go back to the conservatory.
I was angry and told him: "It was you who put me in the conservatory."
He said: “Yes.” And I never went back.
I felt it as a matter of pride.
I never went back.
Thereafter I stayed at home and greatly regretted it later.
When they saw my absences they kicked me out.
"Now that you've been kicked out, let's see what you're going to do."
I was hired at the radio in 1982 or 1983, I can't remember for sure.
There it would be the same issue.
The wages were a mockery.
The wages were so low that they would have done better not to give them to us at all.
We were doing recordings paid 12 Lei per minute.
For a final recording lasting 10 minutes we were working from 10 am to 5 pm.
For 10 minutes.
In the end they would play it in playback.
It was not even live but in playback, and this due to the singers.
It was the televised news, then a congress about I don't know what,
then again the news at 9:30 pm ending just before 10 pm.
At 10 pm the TV programs were over.
And just before 10 pm we were on the air playing to put the world to sleep.
The Good evening / Good night time. That's about it.
5-10 minutes.
We used to play romantic or classical music.
One piece or two.
My biggest dream was to play abroad.
There are no chances of becoming successful in Romania.
Staying for too long a time in Romania equals to failure.
My dream was to leave.
I did try leaving.
So I participated in the ARIA.
I had just finished high school at that time.
I participated in a competition organized by ARIA, the Romanian Artistic Promotion Agency.
The competition was held in the German Democratic Republic.
I played Bach as they were Germans
and I thought it was their music of predilection.
I remember precisely having played a jig and a chaconne.
After playing those two pieces the jury chose me.
I signed the contract on the spot.
I signed for the city of Weimar, in the GDR.
So I was waiting to leave.
A month had passed and I was still waiting to leave.
After a month or so I went to see the secretary.
She told me: “Too bad. Someone else has left in your place.
He's been gone for a long time already.”
The results had been changed by the director whose name I will never forget
but I prefer not to mention it.
The first thing I do before I start playing is to pray to God.
It is only after that I can start playing.
“God help me,” and after I start playing.
I never start playing without saying these words first.
“God help me.”
I am no longer playing alone. I am too ashamed.
Especially here in Bucharest, where there are lots of people who still do know me.
There are those at the radio and many others who still know me.
If they were to see me playing there they would say: "Look where he has wound up playing."
For me this is the last degree of decay.
We no longer have the right to play in the tunnel
because they have installed security cameras and the police have forbidden it.
We are no longer allowed.
I hope that before winter is falling it will be reopened.
I do hope so.
There are drug addicts, beggars, a lot of people passing by down in the tunnel.
Eventually they will break the cameras.
It will not last long.
This is what I'm waiting for to get back into the tunnel.
Otherwise in winter I can play only when the weather is mild.
I can't play when it is raining or snowing, so I'm staying at the dock.
It will be very hard without the tunnel.
There was wage stagnation at the time of the economic crisis.
One of us, me or him, I can't remember for sure, was unemployed.
It was him.
We had to pay back the banks.
Otherwise they would have seized our wages, his or mine.
We had to find money to survive,
to find a source of income.
This is how he started playing in the tunnel.
It was very embarrassing for us that he had to play there.
It was like begging.
He started playing in the tunnel because of the banks,
the shortages, and the need for us to survive with the minimum necessary
sparing us the humiliation to go begging with our hands outstretched on the streets.
Should the passers-by enjoy his music they would give something.
Should they not, they won't. This was his reasoning.
This is how he has wound up there.
When I start playing, first I look around me.
Then, I close my eyes and I don't see people anymore.
I'm no longer interested in what surrounds me.
At this moment, I start to think.
When playing lyrical airs I am thinking of my life.
I am thinking of my wife, what she has been enduring.
At that moment I begin playing from the bottom of my heart.
And one can feel it. One can feel it right away.
I play in a slower rhythm and it works all by its own.
Then I instantly wake up from my reverie and stop playing.
It is only because I get too sad that I stop playing.
I'm not really sympathetic for the Gypsies
as I do believe that their attitude and actions are at times harmful.
But this man has no race.
He may be old and fat but this doesn't really matter.
He has talent in his soul.
This city is filled with ugliness.
And the ugliness of the soul is the worst.
People want to make an impression with the clothes they are wearing.
They have become snobs.
There is a new generation of snobs.
However we should not oversimplify. There are also good people.
This people will not get extinct.
No.
For as long as there are men who play from the bottom of their soul
there is hope.
There are not only selfish people.
This one-and-a-half-year-old little child
with a lollipop in his mouth has stopped to listen.
There is still hope left in this country.
The violin is placed on the left side where the heart is beating.
Not without a reason.
At a certain moment it becomes one with the human body.
This is the truth about the violin.
This is what I think.
My violin is my soul.
And this is what I cherish most, my instrument.
I could never ever give up the violin. It happened I did have to stop playing it by need.
Even then I kept on tuning it, cleaning it, taking care of it.
And I was asking myself: “My God, what have I become?”
If tomorrow the opportunity arises for me to go back on stage,
I will go tomorrow without hesitation.
It's your last pretzel?
Give me one like that and one like that.
It's 1,5 lei?
- What are you doing? - To who do you send kisses?
What did you bring Grandpa?
This is not candies!
What did he bring you? A pretzel!
Bravo Grandpa, tell him!
Fish!
Where have you saw a fish?
Would you please leave me now? I would like to undress.