Eight in the morning, we opened the doors to the balcony checking if we could spot Natalia from above. But thick fog blocked our view; as if it was a blank canvas for all untampered ideas that would come that day. An hour later, the bell of the apartment rang; hello, Natalia here, can I come in? When we opened the door, we saw a Natalia that was somewhat out of breath. She clearly took…
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