Airports are sad places.
Sometimes, I guess. But, we'll write to each other. You'll come down at Christmas.
If we can find the money.
Don't worry, Marta. Everything will be taken very good care of. They say that fares are going to be reduced in the next six months. And when I graduate, well ...
That's two years from now. Two years is a long time.
The time will pass quickly. You'll see. I might even be able to go back to New York next summer.
Oh, John, you'll forget all about me. Your mother will find you a nice girl, you will get married with her, and live happily ever after. And you will remember nothing about me...
No, I won't. I swear I won't. Believe me please.
Whatever you say, all I know is that you are going to be taken away from me.
That's ridiculous[ I'll write every day, whether you answer me or not.
Don't be silly. You'll have other things to do. You will be occupied, amd I, and I...
Don't cry, Marta, please.