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“Today I remembered the week before Christmas. Sunday 18.12. Waiting at the train station in Paris years ago for a promise made 6 months earlier in Vienna. People around me from the fair, flowers given, drinks drunk, sweet moments shared… Sweet little words. We also had so many plans. We talked about so much in such a short time. And still said too little. You gave me all of you, I gave you all that was left of me. A toddler is crying on a bench to my right, his hands touching a hot cocoa cup for the first time. I am cold, too. My hands are cracked, and yours are absent. I put some sun cream on to remember the better days. Maybe next year.”