After leaving a note at the reception, I stormed into the fi rst ray of light. For once, I wasn’t afraid of getting lost. I longed to get lost!
The dull gray of the dawn of the third day of this solo trip unfolded. The unfolding was a gust turning the pages of a diary that wasn’t empty. A mountainous wave of my expectations sprang. It was going to be a historic day. The chimney would smoke again. The showgirl’s aspirations between the two poles would awaken by nightfall. The people would bustle around the corners once more. The eastern horizon would broaden my vision of how the world could be. And the sun would rise soon.