Book: Just one day

... when you lose something, you have to imagine the place where you saw it last time.

I don't fight the flood of memories, and write and write. The page another. And then you realize that writing is not about him. I'm writing about myself. About what that day felt, including your own jealousy, but primarily the fact that the world is full of exceptional opportunities.
I had filled three pages. None of this will help me find him. But when I write, I feel good - no, not even just okay, I feel fullness. That all is somehow right. And I really have not felt this feeling, and it convinces me that look it is a must.

I was empty. Even long before my life became William and so quickly left her.

Sometimes the best way to find out what you need to do is to try what you do.

Maybe that's all it is. Nevertheless, in the day that I spent with Willem, when I was Lulu, I realized that all my life I lived in a small square room with no Windows and doors. And I was happy. Even happy. I thought it was. And then there was someone who pointed me to the door, which I had not noticed before. And opened it. And held my hand when I came out. And one day I was on the other side and lived a perfect day. I was in another place. He became a different person. And then he was gone and I was again abandoned to her room. And now, no matter how I try, I can't find the door.

... about random events - you'll never guess where on the road only a sharp turn, and where a fork in the road, and life changes do not realize until they happen.

But now I have no money. And sleep anywhere. The idea is that this is my worst nightmare. But I don't care. It's so funny - you think you're afraid of something, as long as this with you is not going to happen.

Is here - fall in love - with your finger he takes the "Nutella" from his pancake and puts a solid drop on my wrist. Hot and liquid, it begins to flow in my sticky hand, but William licked his finger, breaks it and eats. And all as fast as the Raptor, zapotevshie fly. This is love - he takes my other arm where the watch, and raises them until he finds what he was looking for. He again licks his finger and begins rubbing my birthmark, with force, as if trying to remove it.
- Love is a birthmark? - I murmur, removing his hand. But the voice trembles slightly, and the place which touched his wet finger, how strange burns.
- It's something for all that will not be removed, as would be desirable.
You're comparing love with... the blur?
Exactly.

- Lulu, to "fall in love" and "love" are two completely different things.
- Is not derived one from the other? As B of A?
- To love, be in love, but falling in love is not the same as love.

- See? says Willem. - You're too hard thought. And the same with travelling. It is impossible for them to try too hard and it will still work. We need to embrace the chaos. Sorts of accidental accidents.

- If you're my friend raped or murdered, I will kill you.
- You Americans are only about violence and think. And I'm a Dutchman. I in the worst case, the bike will move.

I was not referring to such incidents. And all sorts of things that happen themselves. Sometimes they are very minor, and sometimes change everything.

- Why are you always like this?
- How?
- Always refuse. Like you vs adventures.

- Let's just eat, okay?
- You're sending me back. You do, of course, as you know, but don't ask me to enjoy it.