I have a strange feeling. I feel that I'm not alone. That I'm not alone in the world.
Do you see it? And there, below, the fog. Look. It's not fog. It's really millions of little stars.
I'm turning myself in. That's all.
But now I want to write a book...a real book. In this book there's a woman...a woman who responds to the call of an unknown man.
November 23, 1966...was the most important day of their lives. That day, at three in the morning...they were both born in two different cities...on two different continents. They both had dark hair and brownish-green eyes.