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ehi friends!!!

hope everything goes good to you, everywhere you are.
I write to you from Milano, but soon I'll move to Bologna. I've found a very nice small room, in a very nice house in a very nice part of the city, with other four very nice friends. It's should look like very nice, isn't it?
I don't have much time nor attention in this period. It's a strange period. I wanted to let you know that every day, in the morning, I wake up and I go to the kitchen. While waiting for the coffee to come up, I give a look at the newspaper, as also Tim always does. It' a a bit like a ritual, I don't really reed it, I just look at it. "La Repubblica", the last page is the weather previsions, my favourite one. I look under Milano, and then under Berlin. I know every day how it would be like waking up in Berlin. Then I drink the coffee, and the rest of the day changes every time. But the morning, that doens't change!
I send to you a lot of love. Hope to hear from you soon.

Cora