She was so little. And so cute. Spoke a language I could not understand a single word of. Her deep black eyes made me wonder. What if. What if I wanted to spend three hours on a plane as often as possible. And learn a foreign language. Could I do that? Was it just a dream?
I drew her a map and she seemed to be interested. We talked and had a laugh. She told me a bit about the country, about the city and about the ocean. Plus her favourite football team. And I wondered.
We swapped business cards. Maybe I'll be buying a ticket soon.
Or not. One tends to be forgetting quickly and easily, exhausted by everyday existence, by so-called responsibilities and unavoidable commitments. Yet it's still great to dream.
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