When looking forward is difficult, I look forward to sitting in a certain courtyard.
It is sheltered from the wind and heated by the sun. Around it are old houses and a tall tower made of red brick, looking incongruous and mysterious. I have kicked off my shoes and my feet are bare against warm cobble-stones. I sit in the shade and I have someone with me and a large mug of coffee. Maybe even chocolate cake.
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