Ana measures her days in Dieudonné, the time without him, the time waiting for him. She said, you're in love with him! You're not even listening to me, are you? I measure my days in food. My diary is full of lunch and breakfast and coffee. Sarah measures herself and her childhood in current affairs and newspaper headlines.



She said, when war broke out in Yugoslavia, I fell in love for the first time, over roast pork and ratatouille and new potatoes and red, red wine. I said, you measure your life in current affairs and newspaper headlines. She said, I grew up without a television. Whilst I listened to her, I ate strawberries and cream. I thought of Ana and I thought of Dieudonné.