'Well', said Lydia. 'I became very tired of the view from my window. Every day, summer and winter, I looked out at the school yard and the high fence and the apartment block beyond, and I began to imagine I would die seeing these things, and I didn´t want this. I expect you understand what I mean?'
(Lydia to Lev, explaining why she left her teaching job in Eastern Europe, on a coach to London. "The Road Home", by Rose Treman, Vintage, 2008)
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