Stop, I wanna get off...

5.15 pm, I got A2. The bus descended on the square and I wandered through the streets of Glyfada.
While still in November ... Well, late November... I noticed that many shops and houses had already started the colorful arrangements. I could sense the smell of Christmas, although it was not cold, which usually makes the smell stronger and stimulates my nostalgia for my childhood in a more touching, sensitising way.
No one could feel as I felt at that moment, because nobody else could hear the music from my headphones. Nobody thought like me, no soul was as free as my own those minutes, something that filled my body pleasure and a sense of... confidence, let's say ... Yes, I think ... yes.
This Christmas will be ... either the worst... or the best, of my life - rejecting the case of being the best, because we won't be all together. Someone will be missing... It's going to be, either the worst, or just from the worst Christmas I've ever lived. I have never got through bad christmas, so, yes. This is going to be the worst...

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