Miss H moved to the UK four years ago and started a brand new life, where she could dye her hair in seven colours and chat with a stranger all night. Everything seemed great, except for one thing - she always felt like a bird that could never land. She wanted love, but could only get chicken wings. She shouted her secrets in the air, but all she could hear was autumn breeze.
Unforeseen future. Auto-replied emails. A farewell. Is this gonna be her last week in dreamland?
