Prologue
She was mine. Mine. I was hers. From the first moment since the wind carried her voice to me.
She was one of those pretty and charming girls who were born like the little flowers that someone can find in the snow. I saw her on a landscape with a single tree and she was sitting under it. Her lips were red and her face was shining in the sun. Oh, she was unbelievably beautiful.
“Hello. My name is Engfa and I am your tour guide”, she said.
The words have come and gone. And I... I was.
Let me tell you about longing.
