we met almost 10 years ago. it was not a good start. i can still remember those days full of tears when i walk around your streets. even though i promised not to come back, you called me some how. you were patient and showed me many of your secrets. the melancholic rain, the smell of coffee, the sleepless light. we have learnt to like each other in a way that nobody understands.

i always come to (.)mbar. one of my favorite places. I love to sit down for hours with a coffee and enjoy the music, the people, the city.