Why do you like other people? Because you know them well and they’re just what you expect or, on the contrary, they’re just a new world to explore, full of surprises every day, for the worst and for the best?
She was giving me was just what was left of a memory. A souvenir. I had an accident long time before and I almost crashed on her. That’s how we’ve met. I was taking the train now. One way ticket, to the far-off country. I was getting unreachable. That’s where I was going.