Walking down the street the effect of that delicious meal was fading. She looks around and God!... (if IT exists!) what the hell is this place? Even her favorite french perfume or the idea of buying some new shoes or clothes it was not sounding attractive today. "Well.. Im having serious problems..." A dormancy was not just in her body but in the way she was perceiving everything around her. The futility of things and the repetition of the events in the history and at the life of any person were something that turns life completely uninteresting.

She came back home, looked at herself in the mirror, made a grimace and went to the hairdressing to cut her hair.. just a bit.