How strange that for the first time in so many years, she recalled the memory of that night with a smile, with joy in her heart. For once, she didn’t feel the pain, and only concentrated on the positive side of it. But the moment passed quickly, and she jolted back into the present. She was back on the plane again, not making love with Péter. A late dinner was being served. The appetizer was salad and salmon. Dóra returned her seat to its upright position and accepted the white tablecloth and tray from the polite, balding flight attendant. As she began eating, the thought crossed her mind that the Balinese medicine man might have just been talking nonsense. How could she possibly find her way back to former dreams, how could she be happy again? How could she not feel the lack, the loss? Sh
