When we moved in to our new flat that’s a few meters short of being in the city, the first thing that I worried about was going home. There was one bus that took us straight to school. It wasn’t the shortest bus ride but over the past months, I enjoyed taking it.
Ingrid is back in Lisbon. At this moment, they might be having coffee at a kiosk near Gianluca’s house. I’m not there now, of course, so I tried to look for photographs of us from when I was in Lisbon.
I think it was Sunday when I arrived at Bappy and Anja’s in Intendente.
Something Ben, Anna, and I made last week.
We were on our way home after a film when Pien said that the oldest Jazz place in Europe was in the area.
I am back to studying and last month, I met my classmates.
Jurg and I have been seeing rugby games the past couple of Saturdays.
I’ve been in Lisbon for about two weeks now, but I rarely see the city in the day time. I only get to know it at night. Arriving at a new place is like meeting someone new.