When I was there for the second time I thought "Fuck, when I grow older, this is where I'll be living."
I don't think it will happen that soon, but I haven't turned older yet. One day I'll be booking a one-way ticket. My bags packed with my favourite books, a blank journal and a pen. And one of those tiny pc's which I'll kindly name as my "first typewriter".
I won't say the same thing as ten years ago. I'll just say "Fuck, I can't die without having lived here." And today this means a whole lot more than what the words say.
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