I don’t know why, but this spontaneous frenzy was a kind of turning point. I felt real. I feel better. More confident, I guess. I felt like a Woman - that's right - with a capital letter. A woman who can calm her man, keep her and prevent her from making some irreparable mistakes.

I release Che Guevara. He rushes around the room in a white woolen bag, rejoices, caresses, rushes now to me, then to Edgar. He probably loves us equally. And this connects me even more with my withdrawn, quarrelsome husband.

He doesn't want to talk about Miroslav. I guessed who she was. Therefore, I ask. If Edgar...