Four years ago, it was perched high on the terrace during breaks of 11 hours. We had barely time to drink tea, to breathe, smile at the daycare children frolic on the roof opposite.
I remember, I told John that with the deep blue sky and this life on the tops of buildings, we knew from below, I really feel like elsewhere.
Today, as I watched the same roof while drinking macha, I really, on the contrary, the feeling of being home.
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