Dear Najia,

Their not painting the sky so blue, this year. Wish you were here. Wish you were here. Wish you were here!

I'm sitting here on this desolute rock, in the middle of the deep blue sea. Thinking of you, and wondering if you even remember me? I hope this post card reaches you.

You are a great inspiration,

Love, always, O

I have written so often, but she never replies. I wonder if she misses me? Do my cards and letters reach her? I am remembering the good times at the Hotel Cairo. It is to hot to work today, best to just go and take a swim.