She wanted to escape, to run ever further away, to make a sudden break from day-to-day life, so that she could breathe the fresh air. And then there was also that panic-stricken fear, from time to time, at the thought that the hangers-on you have left behind can come back and find you and ask you for explanations. You had to hide to escape these blackmailers, hoping that one day you would be beyond their reach for good. Up there, in the air of the mountain crests. Or in the sea air.
