then discovering the talent of my little cousins: one and the other.
how well I remember that time, its images, and the emails with you. I could not help but print them and keep them in my pocket at work in the fluorescent light. a different you the day in that inner courtyard with rain and cinnamon tea, my feet against the balustrade of the balcony. reaching that airport (it is always about reaching or leaving airports, but I did not know that back then), your hand in the air stretching for victory. and then sitting on the asphalt with that backpack - asphalt was tough under my feet the day before when we decided that we would not care. what happened since then i do not dare to know.

until that day crystal clear high over the roofs. we walked in a circle and you explained how the city works.  ¶ 1:21 AM