The town, with its noise and smoke from factories, followed us a long way down the roads. Oh, other world, dwelling-place blessed by the sky and the shadows! The Southerly wind reminded me of wretched childhood events, my summer despair, the terrible quantity of strength and knowledge that fate has always kept far from me. No! We’ll not spend the summer in this miserly country where we shall never be anything but betrothed orphans. I’d not want this hardened arm to drag along a dear image any longer.