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It turned out that my mom really did not care. I mean..she does - I hope, but her reaction was really whatever..She said - O.k. as she was walking out of the door to go dancing or something like that. The next day I called Roxanna..Her voice was deep - almost men like - I could tell she is a smoker.., but she seemed to be funny and laid back..

"..my friend Sandra moved in yesterday..she just came back from Africa..It's cool I have three rooms.."

I told her I will move in on Sunday night.

"..it's cool." She said. "I will be not here, but Sandra will so she will help you out.."

When I was standing on the bus station on Sunday's noon, with my suitcase, handbag and with my period. The trip in the bus took full six!, hours. There was a car accident on the freeway..Somewhere between exit 55 and 65 my friend Vanda called me..

She was talking about some flower companies and colors of the flowers..

"I was thinking about the white roses..you know and yellow ones too, because my bridesmaids will wear yellow dress.."

"I don't think it is good idea Vanda.."

"Why?" - I could tell that she got little offended.

"Well roses have thorns and i do not think it is good fortune to have thorns on your wedding. It is like the wearing blue.."

"Oh Michaela..don't be so superstitious..I love roses.."

"And yellow roses mean jealousy..it is not good either.."

"Really? I don't think so..I love roses and i love the look of white and yellow...yellow will go well with the champagne and white with the cake..I want it, I will have it!"

I looked outside from the bus window. The bus was not moving..I was ready to hang up on her.

"What are you doing?" Vanda asked. "Come over to my house..I want you to see the catalogs."

"I can not..i'm on my way to Capital." I said.

"What?! Why?"

"I got a job there..so I'm moving out..."

"Your are kidding right?"

It took few second for her to realize that I'm not kidding.

"..How can you do this to me?! Moving out? Now? I need your help for my wedding! You are so freaking selfish..You are.." Click. She hang up on me. I put my cell down. Selfish? She is the right person to call me this name..

When get out of the bus on the Main bus station in Capital it was already dark outside. It was cold, dirty and stinky out there. I look at the small paper, which I had in my hand. It had the address and the numbers of the trams and subways on it. I looked around ready to make a first step to my new beginning.

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