7.The days passed. Frank didn’t get in touch at all. I found my days particularly monotonous. I found it hard to concentrate on the documents I had to translate. Between these translations and the emptiness of my evenings, I struggled to keep from contacting him. I was always looking at my tablet and my phone, keeping an eye out for a message. Frank’s silence gave me a feeling of foreboding. I had to get a grip on myself, resign myself to and accept his rejection. I was going to go off the rails and my work would suffer as a result. I could say goodbye to that, too.
The more I waited, the more hope evaporated. I killed time by going out with my colleagues. Their lives seemed even more insignificant than mine; lives that were full and active but which, to me, seemed devoid of purpose and i
