On the first day when reporting to work for a new job at a printing company, I saw her. Sitting in a corner of a large room full of paper stacks, printers and all of printing stuff, she looked quiet, calm, and a little lonely from my first look. "Yes, I' m feeling a bit of loneliness here. Perhaps, I'm the only one female here among other males in this job type." Later she said. "…showed first 75 words of 658 total…

…showed last 75 words of 658 total…like Europe; besides, people there live and behave to each other with more intimacy and warm feelings than it is here." Quietly I sighed. In my mind, I hope she would obtain what she had in her mind. And right at the time I'm writing down these words, I still visualize her faintly humming a song from Nina Simone, her favorite jazz vocalist. Her voice faded out along with an image of a lonely Taylor!