Things are as they should
Waiting time for my speech, I walked among the crowd pressed in Western Avenue Merchant Kurfüsten Damm. It was beautiful, the shops were full of customers who hurry in and out as if their lives depended on such brand footwear, color of such T-shirt or a mobile phone exits underground streams gushed intermittent employee ties, carrying briefcases of students and young restless; here and there, few tourists were strolling the nose in the Air, bought ice cream or consulted their map of the city, the flow of the car was reasonable and in the width of the avenue, relatively quiet, and mothers pushing strollers of their offspring, the fat drop off their papers in the trash , were waiting to cross at traffic lights, all sported the look serious and concerned that characterizes the strength beliefs ... Things were as they should, without doing too much, life was playing his comedy daily. I went without a goal, vaguely expecting that within an hour of rest, fate would give me the sign to convince me I was missing: was this lack of courage or excess of lucidity, I did not myself , roll the dice, I walked, I was waiting ... hoping ... the clock is ticking ...
As and when approaching the moment of decision, my excitement grew I was gazing at me, saw nothing, advanced as in a dense fog where all things, losing their shape, is relativized. I knew near the Europa Center, two blocks to cross a hundred meters to go: The die is cast ... I went into a cafe, sat near the window, letting my gaze on the crowd hanging out, order mechanically coffee ... then on the opposite sidewalk, I saw Saint-Loup
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