But, naturally, I open a book my head began to pound out, as if on a keyboard, plans that until a moment before had been inconceivable. There39;s no need for my mother to give me the map, I39;ll get it, I’ll study it, and I39;ll walk to Aunt Vittoria39;s. I39;ll walk for days, for months. How that idea seduced me. Sun, heat, rain, wind, cold and I who was walking and walking, through countless dangers, until I met my own future as an ugly, faithless woman. I39;ll do it.