Miranda doesn't dream, she simply rests. When Miranda's eyes are at ease, her mind is at peace.
Elisabeth had not had her future and her parents had not had theirs, there was nothing to this so-called future which was always promised to the young.
With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell.
But Beatrix knew very well that there were no jobs, not even the most pitiful office routine - she wasn't even qualified for that - and that no one would allow her to sleep until late in the afternoon because these ill-advised people all around her l...
The woman was finally done, and Beatrix reached for a magazine. There were always German magazines lying around here, was extremely rare; who wanted to read German magazines, anyway? Twin Murders in Stuttgart. Certainly an awful place, it even sounde...
...the simple task of getting dressed and undressed was a real strain, but nothing could compare with her addiction to deep sleep...
