A sad oppressiveness brooded: What is home?
Mei carefully unfolded her memories. The vagueness of her fi rst impressions of that house assumed perfection in the atmosphere - pleasant, comfortable and homelike. She could easily fi nd a sense of belonging in each and every piece of furniture with no lack of enthusiasm. Because nothing was lacking in the house, where she had wedded, become a housewife, given birth to two sons and lived up to the expectations of others. But now, what was there for her to expect?