"You will end up killing each other. It will be disastrous. Stop this relationship now with this volatile man and find someone who is normal and nice, Kiara. Find a stable rock of a man who is not a volcano. Listen to my advice, for God's sake." I should follow this advice as the shrink knows what he is talking about. But damn the rock. I rip up the guidebook and the map and plunge into the forest of thorns for pleasure and pain. Obsessive love and hate know no limits and the spikes of their extremes propel me into eternity. I want to flat-line but I can't. Not now I have met Istvan, the first king of Hungary. I want to stop the bright colours and sharp edges that make us Kiara and Istvan. I want to trade in the swirling dizzy vortex of Italian Futurist art for the softness of a Monet. Just for one day I want to live without this bipolar illness which has dragged me into the Heaven and Hell which is my Hungary. Maybe you waited a thousand years for me as you said, Istvan. Maybe it is all a myth. I only know there is no end for us, no rest and no escape. There is only infinity."