"Baby, my baby don't care for shows, And he don't even care for clothes, He cares for me, My baby don't care, For cars and races, My baby don't care for, He don't care for high-tone places..."

 Summer finally came to the Netherlands. She spent evenings sitting on her terrace on a bench he made for her with a glass of prosecco, dreaming about all the places they could go to... For a start he took her to Maastricht over the weekend, they were just wandering through the narrow streets of the town, went for a nice dinner, had a few coctails... Sometimes she felt like she couldn't tell what was a dream and what was a reality anymore as they seem to have merged...
Léto konečně přišlo i do Holandska. Trávila večery na své terase sedíc na lavicče, kterou pro ni vyrobil, popíjejíc prosecco, a snila o všech těch místech, která mohli navštívit... Pro začátek ji vzal na víkendový výlet do Maastrichtu, jen se procházeli úzkými uličkami města, šli na večeři, dali si pár koktejlů... Někdy ji přišlo, že už ani nedokázala odlišit, co je sen a co je skutečnost. Zdálo se, že se spojili v jedno...