“I used to work in New York in a Diner. One day a handsome Italian man came by to have breakfast. In the next few days he came back every morning to have breakfast. Only on the sixth morning he came by and I realized he was only there to see me. He was Italian but he lived in Amsterdam. I had already planned a eurotrip the next month so when I told him that I was coming to Europe he invited me to come to Amsterdam. I’m usually not that spontaneous but I could not come up with a reason not to see him. Who would have thought back then that four years later I would still be around.”

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