Chapter 1

- You're gonna get your ass kicked a lot, so you'll better prepare for it.
- Is that it?
- What do you mean "is that it"?
- You're not going to tell me anything else?
- What were you expecting? that I said you were gonna meet your "other half"?
- No... well...

Well, to be honest, when you pay 25 euros for someone to read your hand, having as I have no faith whatsoever in the art or science or whatever you want to call it of palmistry, the least you'd expect is a couple of white lies, such as "you're going to meet the man of your dreams" or "you're going to win the lottery". Nothing too original, just a couple of cliches to make you feel a bit better, to get your money's worth. Had I known this, I would have gone to get a facial, which might not have helped me to sleep better but at least would have concealed the rings under my eyes.

And the worst is that she might be right. Leaving aside the fact that - after seven years living together- my boyfriend has left me and that my first class masters degree as interpreter and translator has got me a badly paid job translating user manuals for erotic toys of some unknown Chinese maker... as I was saying, leaving all that aside, I just got stuck to a chewing-gum!

Everyone talks about the famous "middle age" crisis, but what about the 25-year-old crisis?!

Take me as an example: not so long ago I was a self-confident person, in a long-term relationship and with prospects of a successful career as interpreter for the UN. And now... I can't even get the discount for the "youths" at the cinema!