Having been worked all day in a fashion saloon (a fashion saloon, YES) I was at a point of destruction, pondering carefully on the idea of suicide jumping into the Seine River (as in those romantic bridgefilms). But fortunately I had a rubber ring: my parisian appointment! And therefore I got finally free from my mad coworkers. I collected all my strength left and threw myself along the metro, but I was late, as usual, speaking about a ”theorical meeting time”. Exactly I was on a green line when something got wrong in the segment Place d’Italie-Bercy. When I woke up I found myself in a poor gallery under the Place itself. At that moment I received a text from her, suggesting to meet halfway on the platform (on the platform, YES). She was so kind and considerate with me, wasn’t she? I got out of the train and she was right there on a bench.

And she walked towards me.