Chapter 3-London the city of fog and possibilities
Mora arrived in London — the city of fog and tangled dreams — carrying in her heart both fierce ambition and a quiet ache.
She settled in Bloomsbury, a neighborhood known for its academic elegance, where University College London stood — the place she had always dreamed of studying.
Her small flat overlooked Russell Square Gardens, where she often sat for hours, watching strangers pass by and listening to the city’s whispers.
By day, she lost herself in lectures, moving between grand halls and the ancient library. By night, she wandered through the restless streets of Camden, breathing in the scent of freedom and observing life in all its contradictions.
Despite her academic brilliance, Mora never truly belonged to this new world. Inside her lived an unrelenting anger — and memories of a love she lost before it could ever bloom.
She did not believe in love; to her, it was a curse, just as it had been for her parents. She preferred solitude, finding in books the only refuge from the noise of the world.
One afternoon, while browsing the library shelves, Mora entered the university’s main library, tension quietly written on her face.
She was searching for something familiar in this foreign place — something that belonged to her, as atoms belong to Mendeleev’s table.
Choosing a secluded corner, hidden from view and filled with the soft breath of books, she opened a volume on organic chemistry and surrendered to it the way a bee surrenders to a rare flower.
She read and read — until the daylight faded and shadows crept across the aisles, yet she remained on the same page, lost in the dance of reactions inside her mind.
Then, a break in concentration.
“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, frustrated by a particularly tangled equation.
A soft laugh echoed from the far end of the library.
Mora looked up, annoyed — only to meet the calm eyes of a refined young woman, smiling as if she’d caught something amusing.
The girl approached her and said:
— “I’ve never heard such words before. In my family, even thinking them is forbidden.”
Mora stared at her, bewildered, then mumbled another curse.
The girl burst out laughing.
— “I’m Nora,” she said with a grin. “I think we’re going to be friends… or at least, you’re quite interesting.”
For the first time, Mora felt seen — not as the brilliant student, nor as the strange girl with a volatile temper, but as a person who could laugh, curse, and lose herself in books.
That was the first time Mora ever had… a friend ..............Nora.
