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"But I have to live in New York," whispered Anna. She leaned forward and switched off the lamp. Outside it was already getting dark. There was a beautiful view on the lake from the window.
"It's necessary for my work."
Through the window she watched an unknown man on the bank of the lake, who seemed about to jump in the water. He didn't notice her.
"But why? When you work alone, sitting at home, thinking up your theories and then publishing them on the Internet. You don't have see anyone, you don't need contacts the way I do! You don't need to rent an expensive apartment in New York City!" her Lover shouted. "I'm offering you a life in a beautiful house in the centre of Brno! Everything you need for your work you can find in yourself. You just have to learn to concentrate. Your fine words are nothing but excuses. You don't need that city your work!"
"Oh, but I do," she said. "I need the euphoria. I need to summon up my own excitement. I need to listen to the flow of my thoughts, experience my emotions strongly, soak up energy. Just to get out on the street for a while is enough. Or I wouldn't even need to go out. I'll open the window and breathe the wonderful and omnipresent smell of roasted peanuts and hot dogs. I need to see the skyscrapers and be astounded. My work requires a certain amount of insanity and originality. When I'm thinking up my theories, I have to be on the Mars, to put it metaphorically. I have to be somewhere where nobody has been before. It's an empty desert plain and you're happy to be the first to cross it. At that moment you feel wonderful. You love that plain.
New York is closer to the Mars than Brno is. Maybe New York is a stopping place on the road from Brno to Mars. By living here I'm just wasting time and energy on unnecessary travelling."

"Come here, baby," he said. He stretched out on the bed luxuriantly, "I like the way you always manage to find an explanation for everything."