CHAPTER 8
The black box with the silk buttonhole This night I didn’t sleep a wink. I was rolling between the duvet, sometimes hot, sometimes cold, without getting any sleep. Such an excitement that brought back some memories of the mood you’re in when you must face a very difficult exam and you didn’t study well, and you’re in a mixture of embarrassment and fear to fail. That’s how I feel, like someone who is about to lose everything and can’t change her luck. I also feel quite stupid while experiencing these feelings, but the result is the same, so eventually I give in, and I get up. It should be around 4 in the morning and the whole building is completely silent. I walk barefoot until the kitchen where I make the usual cup of milk. My stomach is in a knot,
