I haven’t even boasted that my bike was found. A message was sent from the station, allegedly it had been parked there for a few days already. I’m sure someone had to do something urgently and didn’t want to miss the train. When I went to pick it up, I recalled a memory from my childhood. Zoli was coming towards me, he was a teenager, he was coming from school with a bouquet, but he drove right by me, without having seen me. When I started to shout after him, he turned around and he smiled like a Cheshire cat.
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