THREE

Guten Tag

It's -2degrees here, with the hours of night occupying three quarters of a day. Despite the crispy cold wind and blurring fog, I took a stroll down the village. Nothing has changed since the first time I was here. The bakery was still displaying neon colored, diabetic-prone looking cupcakes, and the Italian who makes the best pizzas in Frankfurt still had his moustache intact. Well, maybe a little greyish now.

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