I was visited by bewildering dreams. Every morning I awoke exhausted, and although I could only vaguely remember the dreams I knew that they were all about Ivo. During the day I carried out my tasks routinely but without any pleasure. I was conscious that Grandmother Aneta knew what had gone on between me and Ivo and although the old woman was completely blind I felt as though I was being watched by her. The old gypsy had her own way of seeing even without her eyesight. I desperately needed to get out of the camp otherwise I would go mad. Murmuring a few words of apology I put down my embroidery, on which I was just working and left the waggon. When I had left the camp behind me I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a pleasantly warm day and the birds were singing their most beautiful songs, accompanied by the humming of insects hovering from flower to flower. I followed a half-overgrown path that Grandmother Aneta had shown me. One had to be careful in places not to get caught in the thorns of the blackberry and raspberry bushes.
