From one hotel to another in big cities abroad before the next day’s reconciliation. Perhaps it was necessary at the start, to cleanse, have it all out, get even. Confess in order to mend, repair. Drink to find the courage to tackle the knots, fight their way through them to forgiveness and reconciliation. Trembling, sobbing, utterly exhausted. They fling their arms around the other’s neck and promise fidelity until death. They know, they have realised yet again that neither can live without the other. It was necessary, inevitable at the start, but then it doesn’t stop. It continues, it grows, it becomes their hallmark. Because they are not like other people. Their love, their story isn’t like that of other people. It isn’t ordinary like the others. They may look like any other couple in love, but it is an optical illusion. For them it is a matter of life or death and it can be no other way. It is impossible to explain to those who haven’t experienced it for themselves.