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Out of the train, before going to work, I bought a pair of gloves in the little old shop were we all buy them since ever. Got lost in the maze of little streets in the old roman/middle age town, took a wrong turn and found myself in front of my old high school. Time travel.
As I was late because of the gloves we had a stuff lunch meeting instead of the formal one. My telephone was dead so nobody could have disturbed me (I could count this as one more).
Coming home, i felt asleep on the train and passed my station. got out on the next and found a friend, professor of anthropology, of all things (I suspect that she is so friendly because she thinks that I am a case). She waited with me for the first train that took me back. She approved of the new look that I am thinking to organize now that I am almost as slim as I want to be. I might do it for real. Why not.
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