She says that she only dates guys on theirs 50's and, most important, with kids of his own. She says that once they have kids, that's when they become man, that's when their world stops being about their belly button.
A cigarette and a cup of coffee in a rainy morning in the balcony, 5 minutes of conversation, she smiles and says she's still drunk from last night, she needs to rush for the bus, goes back and forth, tryes to send he mom a last minute postcard, before she flyes home, she smiles and says that I look really young (I laugh, she's one year older than I am) and that she'll be back next year and we'll talk a little bit more.
I take a picture of her back - photographers don't like being photographed - and there she goes, Milan.
See you next year
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