When I was little, I had a box that, when you opened it, played music and a small ballerina spun on a spring to the rhythm of the melody. I always used to say that when I grew up, I also wanted to become like that little ballerina in my own box.

But someone might say that she is trapped there, always spinning around on her toes and listening to the same melody every time someone opens her little box.

For her, though, that is her home.