Looking through the windows puts a smile on my face. In one room a man is ironing his shirts, in another a cat is stretching on the top of the dressing table, and in yet another a woman wearing black stockings is practicing tango. As if I would’ve been dropped into an old black and white European movie.
I am mesmerized. By the greyish shining rooftops, by rows of chimneys, by a tower in the distance, by being able to see so far, by the feeling, by this stream of dream, by all This.
The city is about to wake up, but it’s still silent, and chilly, everything is still floating in a sleepy fog...trams are still half empty...soon the morning rush...soon I wave one more goodbye, and she’ll be gone. She’ll live her life and I will live mine.
