A Late Spring Night's DreamWhite page;White page;White page;-WHITE PAGEEEEE!!!!!-The shrilly yells of the Author resound in the quiet, dark room:it is 3 o clock in the night, and she has been sitting there since tea time, trying to write down some lines, just few sentences, a decent beginning for a new book, a breathtaking story which will bring her even more fame, even more flattering comments on the press a story which will cause her bank account to increase even beyond its astronomical level If only she could begin it!-What the hell is happening to me?!- she asks to the last model of PC placed in front of her, but she receives no answer