And you're from Milan?
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Which then happened shortly after Evangelion’s Bangs. This time I’m the one who has to get off, so I line up near the carriage door, leaning against the big glass.
You try to look where we are by moving your head left and right, obstructed by my presence. I move, laughing, saying something to me.
“We’re coming in 20 minutes late.” “Well come on, it could be worse.” You agree with me.
“Do you have to go all the way to Livorno?” I ask. Negative, you will get off at Sestri Levante, in two stops. “Ah so you commute to Milan?” yes, you do and escape every weekend from that city.
“And you’re from Milan?” “I too commute up and down a lot.” My stop. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”