A seventeen-year-old is supposed to handle everything on her own? I'm not so sure about that.
"Natalie will have her first day the day after tomorrow, and you'll leave next Thursday. Until then, she'll have to learn everything, but I'm sure you'll be able to train her quickly." He reaches for a notepad and writes down a name and a phone number, then hands me the paper. "This is the supposed daughter of the seller and your contact person in Italy. She will show you around and help you with your tasks."
He really has thought of every detail. But that's just him. Florian has everything under control, and not for the first time, I feel how lost I would be without him. He hasn't just made a planfor a life of security. In addition, he has done all the preliminary work and even created a checklist to support me.
It's clear. Florian is the doer. I, on the other hand, am still just a daydreamer. Even though I've learned not to show it to anyone anymore, Hanna Daydreamer still lies dormant within me. Sometimes she threatens to awaken, but I won't let her. Because the world she dreams of simply doesn't exist.
I quickly reach for the piece of paper and attach it to the other documents with a paper clip. When I look up again, I see him looking at me.
"Smart and structured action is now the most important thing," he says energetically. "It's early March. It will probably take a few weeks for both of us to complete our parts in the preparations. If construction work is necessary, it could be tight to open before summer."
He's right. I haven't thought about that yet. I meet his gaze and nod emphatically. "You can count on me," I say, determined not to make any mistakes. The plan is too significant, and our goal is too big.
Finally, we will have what is most important to me in life: security.
