CHAPTER 30
The last days and nights with Peter had been wonderful. Sweet, funny, passionate. We listened to almost all of Peter’s CD collection. I learned the complete discography of The Doors, Queen, and Led Zeppelin, what would be the soundtrack of my life and that would bring me back to him, forever. Despite owning them he always avoided listening to his own CDs, the Darkest Storm ones, regardless of my continuous and incessant requests that often wandered between pleas and threats. He was ashamed. There was in him that childlike and tenacious part that made him adorably stubborn.
At the same time, however, my professional life was falling apart. The guerrilla warfare with Gregor was increasingly turning into a fight to the death and more and more I had the distinct feeling that I was
