I looked out the window and saw the sun at eight o'clock. It looked tired, as if it were having trouble to heat up. I understand, I thought. I feel the same way. Then I turned around and quietly moved towards the door. I stepped out onto the main street and found myself in the city that I used to call my home. Nobody was out, only a few lost souls were wandering about.
I considered taking the bus, even though I had no ticket. It started raining and I decided to walk. I knew it would take at least thirty minutes, but I felt like taking a walk. And my train wouldn't leave until a quarter past, so I had more than enough time on my hands. And also, I was curious about this feeling of a forgotten time that was slowly spreading inside my chest.
I passed the supermarket where I used to get groceries from, passed the stop where I got on and off the bus, and passed my old street where I occupied a souterrain bunker, my first apartment. Many memories came alive on my way to the station. I have no regrets, I thought, and looked down at my feet. I got on the train and took a seat. I looked out the window and felt lost.
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