Something must end, something must begin.

Madame Michel is at her office when suddenly Paloma arrives begging her to let her be there for a while, whenever she is disturbed by her family. The condition that Renée puts her is that she must have her mother’s permission, and she does. It is a quite and very interesting place to be. Madame Michel like Paloma, is a box full of surprises. They are both extremely intelligent but they ask themselves What is the purpose of intelligence if it is not to serve others? What is the point of knowing everything and not being able to share it with someone? 

The only thing that matters is your intention: are you elevating thought and contributing to the common good , or rather joining the ranks in a filed of study whose only purpose is its own perpetuation, and only function the self-reproduction of sterile elite–for this turns the university into a sect. 

Renée is asked out by Monsieur Ozu once more, she refuses to go. Young Paloma does not understand why she refused and Renée unconsciously narrates her sad past. It is quite shocking for Paloma. Madame Michel starts doubting about the meaning of life, and that whether there is an objective or not, and so she asks the eleven-year-old for her opinion. She does some meditation and concludes after the observation of a falling rose petal that it is so we can track down those moments that are dying. 

Paloma realizes that the reason of her depression and suffering is because she couldn’t make anyone else around her feel better. 

If I write more quotes I will spoil the end, and it is a true experience reading it. It is a cocktail of feelings.

Turns out I had it all wrong. The book is not about a girl who wants to commit suicide, but a about a girl who need something in order to continue to live. I am not going to ell you the end of the story, but I can tell you it is unexpected and beautiful at the same time. 

Life is much more than just living through the moment and enjoying, it is about those little things which do not belong to time or space, things that you cannot measure or even express, it cannot be put into words. This holes in time and space do not belong to anyone but you, in most of the cases you are accompanied by a loved one. You can live and live again this moments, they change you. You are no longer the same person, they might be insignificant and happen in a millisecond, yet you feel like it lasted forever. These are the moments you live for.

It’s as if those strains of music creates a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within a never.