I was sitting, nonchalantly or so it seemed, on the shore of Lake Wennesse. Home was thousands of miles away, but, even in this beautiful place, full of beautiful people, dog, greenery, sun, and lots of swans, it was occupying my thoughts.Maybe that’s why I borrowed a pen and a paper from a blonde sitting by me, who was so involved in her work, marking papers filled with blue inscriptions with a red pen. She could not help but work, it seemed. It was not a way of opening a conversation,...