A story with two female protagonists, set in a fictional Republican era. The story has no real-life counterpart and originates from a dream I had, told in the first person. I've forgotten the scene of her departure... I only vaguely remember heavy snow and tears stinging my frozen face. We've known each other since childhood, inseparable friends. Later, she went abroad to study, while I remained in this war-torn yet seemingly peaceful place. She returned when I was 18. She seemed unchanged, still finding me immediately and laughing as she recounted her experiences; yet, she seemed completely different, her aura so refined and elegant.
