They say love is blind, but he says:
"I was struck with blindness the moment I loved." But what is one to do? He fell in love, and what happened, happened.
Every day, he sits in his room to write once more:
"I am Adam.
I am twenty-eight years old, a graduate of the Faculty of Commerce.
And today, my proposal to the woman I love was rejected.
For the eighth time, and for the same reason."
Then, he gazed at the wall and hung the paper next to seven others—papers that appeared to have been placed there at different times in the past. On the first paper, he had written his name, his age, and his hometown, followed by: "My marriage proposal was rejected today." Beside it, a second paper read: "Rejected for the second time." The third: "Rejected for the third time," and so on, until the seventh paper.
Afterward, he leaned back and looked upward. His memories drifted six years into the past, back to his final year at university, when fate decreed that he would meet Sarah—a girl from his own town—by pure coincidence on their way from the village to the campus. His joy had multiplied when he discovered she was studying at the very same faculty, then in her freshman year. From that day on, their "accidental" encounters grew frequent, sometimes by chance, and sometimes by design.
Suddenly, he snapped out of his memories and let out a heavy, forceful sigh as he looked at a large sheet of paper fixed to the wall beneath the other eight. On it, he had written the very same reason:
"Sarah's father is mad."