She dreams about strange things, that she does not need in fact. From time to time the same nightmare returns, the same poor desire, that cannot or isn't willed to be renounced by anybody. That's why she's climbing higher and higher mountains, believing that the ideal, made of the luxurious self- sufficiency, will be elucidated by itself. After a few days of fluttering, panicked
heart starts to beat in a certain rythm.

It would do simply to believe oneself, and the truth would fit the life.

The glance keeps away from her for the third time.