August.
First day of sunshine on holiday at the Baltic Sea in northern Germany.
The day before we played volleyball together.
I came up with the ball in his hand and says something unintelligible in German.
I tell him I do not understand and ask if he can repeat in English.
Mispiega everything and then I wonder: Where are you from?
Di Roma I say.
Ah Roma, a beautiful city I've been there (like all the Germans).
Pause for ten seconds, and asks me what are you doing here?
is indeed not to have a point ...
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