The long holiday trip comes to an end. For a month and a half we have lived in the British city of Bournemouth. Diana and I have rented a room on Nortoft Road. We have met crazy people. A lot. Foreigners and British. I had never met so many people in such a short time. My girlfriend has been open to meeting people too, luckily she has. But when I lived with her I realized something that bothered me: her mobile phone. It seems to be the absolute protagonist, who has preference over all things. Before coming here, she hired a special rate to be able to communicate at low cost with Spain. We are having a conversation and her cell phone rings, she answers. We are having our meal and she feels the urge to call a friend, she does it. Her favorite time to talk? During my nap. Shouting out loud, cause her interlocutor is far away, on continent solid ground. Not even counting instant messaging, with which same occurs. Someone would have enough material to write her biography if he accessed her message history. I feel like I'm in second place, behind her cell phone. In almost a year of relationship I had not realized the scope of the problem. In the end of the day, what bothers me really is the banality of her conversations. After witnessing many, my conclusion is that the most important issues addressed are clothing, weather and gossip.

Today is our last party. We fly tomorrow afternoon. We have called as many people as possible to say goodbye, and we are going to Cameo disco. On our way we are joining people. Daryna, the Ukrainian girl, looks at me while we walk although she is talking to other people, a few steps ahead. She's a girl that catches my attention. Blonde, with blue eyes, a beauty from the east. At times I regret having made this trip with Diana. It's not the first time that Daryna has looked at me that way during my stay. Diana is talking on the phone. I haven't even realized when she's started, I'm too used to seeing her with the damn device stuck to her ear. I think that, with time, they will enter into symbiosis and they will stay stuck together definitely. I catch bits of her conversation despite the roar of the crowd at the door of the nightclub. "No, I didn't like that...", "... that day was cheaper...", "...in two days we'll see each other, honey...". I understand that she is holding transcendental conversations, as always. I let go her hand. It's my first and small revenge of the night. She looks at me briefly. Instead, Daryna's eyes transmit something different...

In the disco life acquires another color. The disinhibition runs through my veins, like tequila shots. I act like a clown with my friends, we dance in a funny way to show off. When I look for it, I can easily find the blue light of Daryna's eyes in the dark. Staring at me. On the other hand, I find it difficult to find my girlfriend. She is sitting on a sofa and has stopped talking on her cell phone, but she is typing. It seems that the conversation has changed format and continues, with the same or another person. Two British friends sit with her, beers in her hands.

I go to another room, which plays electronic music, with some of my group. At this point I have made the decision to stop worrying about what Diana does. Daryna inadvertently appears next to me, dancing. I don't hesitate. I grab her by the waist and start dancing with her.

-Finally we dance together! -she shouts at me. Every conversation there required to force our voice.

-And this is just the beginning of a long night!

-I am glad to hear that!

What a smart girl, she doesn't even mention my girlfriend, even when she knows she is in this same club. Or she just doesn't care. I had spoken little with Daryna before. The connection has been mostly visual. I don't know if she is a good person, if she has the same hobbies as me, if she is a terrorist or an International Red Cross volunteer. I'm not even sure how her voice sounds. The screams in the disco don't give a good idea. Maybe it's better not to know anything about this. About Diana I have known more than necessary, and that's been the problem. Everything is fine, then: Daryna and me dancing in a dark corner and staring at each other closely. A slight twinge makes me experience a certain bad conscience. I look into Daryna's eyes again and dive into that pure, hypnotic blue. Passion makes me shudder, I get closer to her. She brings her lips to mine ...

The next day, during the flight, Diana suffers. The airline doesn't allow the use of mobile phones. Because of that, she has no choice but to pay attention to me.

-Honey, did you have fun last night?

-Yeah. What a crazy night.

-Where were you for so long? I had a hard time finding you.

-I'll explain it to you in your language. I tried to call you, but the line was busy. I couldn't even leave you a voicemail. So I looked for open lines.

-What do you mean? You went meet some other girls? -she replied with an incredulous smile.

-No, don't panic. I mean friends.

-Oh, that reminds me that I have to call Eva.

-Of course, don't forget.