Drunk on latte macchiato

After I got my latte macchiato and started walking to meet Farah, I made a few toasts...

The first toast was for Romania and all Romanians because today it's our national day. On the 1st of December 1918, Transylvania joined the rest of the country forming Romania as we know it today.

The second toast was for the snow flakes that kept getting tangled in my hair thinking I could not see them play. They came down from the sky all day long covering Freiburg with a white frost.

The third toast was for all my room mates. I thought of them today: Oliver, Shrradha, Eli, Severina, Benny, Andres, Mitko, Mila, Assaf, Jonathan, Francois, Marion, Evgeny, Jeremy, Alvaro, Cristina, Corinne, Ivan, Femi, Luis and of course, Farah. From them I learned through the years that independently of where one comes from, life tends to flow in a similar way, pose the same questions.

The fourth toast was for the kind Deutsche Post van driver who gave me his printed map because my post-it-hand-made copy of the route got me lost.

Then the latte finished so I could not toast anymore. So I just walked, and walked, and walked...