The violin resonates in the ship and we move from left to right, we dance, smile, and we are happy. I have to admit that even when Ans says that I'm good at dancing, that it is something imprinted in the DNA of all women, I am not good at it. And again my foot IS on theirs.
"I'm sorry!" I let out, ashamed.
"It's okay," they say grinning, "let's keep dancing."
The music. What a beautiful thing that humans have created.
After I've discovered it, it's difficult for me to believe that it didn't exist in this world, that it didn't exist in my life and I'm grateful to Ans because I wouldn't have known about it without them.
Yes. I believe now that they come from somewhere else, I've seen the storm of memories, chaotic, blurry and confusing, like all human brains, but some of them are incred
