We met on the train near Huffington. She was on her way home at the time, and I was traveling for work as usual. The long road made us talk and then I found out that she was an artist. We liked each other very much and that week together still comes back to me with warmth and a smile. Then there was a reluctant and long separation, I had a road ahead of me again and I didn't even know when we would meet next time. We did not say goodbye for good at that moment, moreover, our communication had just begun. For a couple of years we exchanged all kinds of letters about everything in the world. I don't know why, but we were drawn to each other like moths to the light. And so a couple of years later, when my trips stopped for a while, we met again, then I specifically went straight to her so that I would never part again, and so far it continues.