Stresa, Lago Maggiore, ItalyMay 3
“But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for,” sang U2, directly next to Martin’s ear, forcing him to open his eyes. For a while he tried to convince himself that it really, really wasn’t a reason to wake up from a dream starring himself and one very well-developed waitress from Frankfurt but then he admitted to himself that it was a damned good reason.
“For Chrissake, you’re making fun of me, right? Do you always have to take that thing to bed with you? I’m not enough? Do you know what time it is? Are you normal?” His voice sounded quite insulted.
Helena sat on the bed next to him, the laptop on her lap, a few centimetres from her husband’s head.
“And you really think I remember all those questions? Could you please pose them one by one? What was t
