Oh, I suppose that where you go they have no winter like ours.
SALA (pensively)
No, not like ours. (Pause) And you?
JOHANNA
I...?
SALA
What are you going to do, I mean, when I am gone?
JOHANNA
When you are gone...? (She looks at him, and he stands staring into the distance) Haven't you gone long ago? And at bottom, are you not far away from me even now?
SALA