A tale of mortgages, climbing shoes, and things left behind

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On Saturday afternoon I was walking through the city centre, wearing my beloved FC Bayern jersey, enjoying the rays of light of such a wonderfully warm October day, happily greeting numerous friends and acquaintances along the way. I was walking fast to reach the place where we were going to watch the Bundesliga match, so I could not stop and chat with anyone for more than one minute. I was hopeful that we would win and put an end to a short but painful series of disappointing matches. Continua a leggere