Its dreamlike atmosphere reminded me of Woody Allen's comedies: five adult guys enjoying mutual friendship in New York…  Surely, like me, you lived the happiness of that ideal friendship as if it were yours as well as the platonic love the principal character experienced toward another member of the group, that kept the tension from the first to the last episode along the nine seasons the TV show lasted.  And we thought about destiny like the character did while all our desire and frustration converged in that love.  In a second level of fiction, surely quite a few also fantasized about becoming famous actors and winning fortunes for just, as bloopers sell us, having a good time in a TV studio.

Not but after the show were over, we found out (as she disclosed) the young actress who played the beloved character—where all our desire and frustration converged—, at the same time she was working hard along with the rest of the crew in letting us to overlook our own pains, she was also undergoing surgeries to eradicate an ovaries cancer she'd been diagnosed at the age of twenty five.