Lazy Sunday is slowly fading away and I am sitting in my room.
I am in here.
I let my mind wander through my memories.
When I was living in Germany, on Sunday afternoons I used to hop on my bike and ride all the way to the airport.
There, I would sit in this tiny Illy coffee bar and have a coffee - they used to make a good one -, and look at the travellers who were about to leave and the ones who were just arriving.
Oh, I loved those moments.
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