Here’s something else I want to share

When Julianna left that day, two girls arrived, but they were a little quiet and uncommunicative. As I understood, the first girl was her sister, and the second girl was her little sister. The first girl looked older and always gave commands, while the second girl always followed her. Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not — it doesn’t really matter.

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Italy, Milan, Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II

And these girls walked around the kitchen all night — cooking, drinking, eating, and discussing their problems in their native language. I didn’t understand their language, didn’t listen, and honestly didn’t want to know which language they were speaking. Anyway, I think they only stayed for one night and then moved on. However, I spent half the day alone in my apartment, only the cleaning lady came today.

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