Laura: [to be fair, nowhere... I just wanted to leave. To get some rest from the routine at my parents' place, making my coffee every morning with the pijamas on. I got fed up and dropped journalism on the third year. After that, try to get a job! Not to mention my friends... I can't stand to imagine them having to wake up early every morning to go to work or to school] and with their settled life, their boyfriend and some even planning to marry! While I wake up every day asking myself: "What about today?" So I got sick of these mornings. I just wanted to get a change of air. And to disappear, while my friends... go on living in the place they already found. You never wanted to disappear? While the others go on being too busy with their ready-made lives?
Marga: [Of course. Actually, I could say I lived the same ten years ago]
Laura: [That's why you're here?]
Marga: [Indeed. I was working as a bank assistant manager. I do know this. And I even got fed up. Of getting up every morning at seven to go to the bank, of the ties, of the traffic jam on peack hours, of the wanker, sorry, that is my ex-husband, who had rent a flat three blocks away, just to get on my face. And of thousands of other responsibilities. And then I came here. I bought this land, I opened an inn. I made sure I would only open on weekends. And here I am... coexisting every day with nature, enjoying a good book, taking the dogs on a hike. The holy naps that nobody will take away from me. I started to work when I was fourteen. Now I'm fifty three, so you can count. Year after year, working hard. Waking up every morning to be there at the same time. But when I saw this place, I knew I could not leave anymore. When I saw the house on sale, and all this peace for the first time, I knew I could not let my train go. That I had found my place]
