"My father once found Magda crying next to a one thousand year old oak tree not far from the house. She had packed a child's suitcase, though its contents were splayed around her feet. He carried her into the house, and she continued weeping in our room.
That night she admitted her compulsion to escape. She was worried that if my father drowned, or I disappeared, she would be left with nothing. By running away at least she would have the joy of knowing she was missed."
-Simon Van Booy
