The suitcase was going to burst anyat any moment. My daughter has never had the virtue of moderation. Although I was helping her to pack tidily her stuff, she managed to make a mess by adding unpractical, heavy things which would not make her life easier, but would result in overweight luggage at the airport. Would she become a more rational person after four years of Uni in London? My stay in that city had been a terrible nightmare. It hadn't been easy for me. I had left home for the first time in my life to go and learn English in the '80s. Thanks to some part-time jobs, I had been able to afford that trip. All the arrangements had been made to work as an au-pair with a British family. To my surprise, the family had turned out to be Greek with a poor level of English. Olivia was sitting on the top of the suitcase and trying unsuccessfully to close it. "Impossible, mum. This is impossible"." "Please, help me!" Suddenly, she started to cry. I couldn't believe my eyes, my daughter crying because of that. Not even two days after my arrival, when I had my bag stolen with my passport and all my traveler's checks had I been able to cry. She would have to become stronger, a more mature person to cope with the challenges of life. We would have to rush if we wanted to arrive on time. While driving, I couldn't help that my memories went back to London. I had intended to stay for a year, but three months of misfortune had been enough. I was hoping Olivia found a part-time job to help with expenses, but it was going to be me who paid the lion's share.