The dark hours of the night were spent on the rooftop of our luckily acquired pension. The sky was hazy, but enthusiastic fireworks were rocketing up, closer to their heroes called Apollo 8 etc., closer to heaven than they would ever get, just to explode only seconds after the grandious launch that won't ever be televised.
After a night of loathing the noisy neighbours and cursing the owner of our accomodation for building a house with paper-thin walls, we packed our things, including the remaining hours of our vacation, with heavy hands and went out on a quest to find decent coffee, shelter from the rain that had started, and a nice view if possible.
Back in the city we met an old friend of Sumin's for lunch. A true enlightment and a perfect example of how true friends never grow apart. It's amazing how friends who grew up together - and who were somewhat close - never really grow apart from one another. I miss my friends, too. Oh brothers, where are you?
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