{"id":945,"date":"2025-04-19T01:55:26","date_gmt":"2025-04-19T00:55:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=945"},"modified":"2025-04-19T01:55:28","modified_gmt":"2025-04-19T00:55:28","slug":"at-55-i-got-a-ticket-to-greece-from-a-man-i-met-online-but-i-wasnt-the-one-who-arrived-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=945","title":{"rendered":"At 55, I Got a Ticket to Greece from a Man I Met Online, But I Wasn\u2019t the One Who Arrived \u2014 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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At 55, I flew to Greece to meet the man I\u2019d fallen for online. But when I knocked on his door, someone else was already there\u2014wearing my name and living my story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All my life, I had been building a fortress. Brick by brick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No towers. No knights. Just a microwave that beeped like a heart monitor, kids\u2019 lunchboxes that always smelled like apples, dried-out markers, and sleepless nights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I raised my daughter alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Her father disappeared when she was three.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLike the autumn wind blowing off a calendar,\u201d I once said to my best friend Rosemary, \u201cone page gone, no warning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t have time to cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was rent to pay, clothes to wash, and fevers to battle. Some nights, I fell asleep in jeans, with spaghetti on my shirt. But I made it work. No nanny, no child support, no pity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And then\u2026 my girl grew up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She married a sweet, freckled guy who called me ma\u2019am and carried her bags like she was glass. Moved to another state. Started a life. She still called every Sunday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cHi, Mom! Guess what? I made lasagna without burning it!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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I smiled every time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m proud of you, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Then, one morning, after her honeymoon, I sat in the kitchen holding my chipped mug and looked around. It was so quiet. No one to shout, \u201cWhere\u2019s my math book!\u201d No ponytails bouncing through the hallway. No spilled juice to clean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just 55-year-old me. And silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Loneliness doesn\u2019t slam into your chest. It slips in through the window, soft like dusk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You stop cooking authentic meals. You stop buying dresses. You sit with a blanket, watching rom-coms, and think:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cI don\u2019t need grand passion. Just someone to sit next to me. Breathe beside me. That would be enough.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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And that\u2019s when Rosemary burst into my life again, like a glitter bomb in a church.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen sign up for a dating site!\u201d she said one afternoon, stomping into my living room in heels too high for logic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cRose, I\u2019m 55. I\u2019d rather bake bread.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

She rolled her eyes and dropped onto my couch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019ve been baking bread for ten years! Enough already. It\u2019s time you finally baked a man.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I laughed. \u201cYou make it sound like I can sprinkle him with cinnamon and put him in the oven.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHonestly, that would be easier than dating at our age,\u201d she muttered, yanking out her laptop. \u201cCome here. We\u2019re doing this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cLet me just find a photo where I don\u2019t look like a saint or a school principal,\u201d I said, scrolling through my camera roll.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh! This one,\u201d she said, holding up a picture from my niece\u2019s wedding. \u201cSoft smile. Shoulder exposed. Elegant but mysterious. Perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She clicked and scrolled like a professional speed dater.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cToo much teeth. Too many fish. Why are they always holding fish?\u201d Rosemary mumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then she froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cWait. Here. Look.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

And there it was:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAndreas58, Greece.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I leaned closer. A quiet smile. A tiny stone house with blue shutters in the background. A garden. Olive trees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLooks like he smells like olives and calm mornings,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOoooh,\u201d Rosemary grinned. \u201cAnd he messaged you FIRST!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cHe did?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She clicked. His messages were short. No emojis. No exclamation marks. But warm. Grounded. Real. He told me about his garden, the sea, baking fresh bread with rosemary, and collecting salt from the rocks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And on the third day\u2026 he wrote:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019d love to invite you to visit me, Martha. Here, in Paros.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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I just stared at the screen. My heart thudded like it hadn\u2019t in years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Am I still alive if I\u2019m afraid of romance again? Could I really leave my little fortress? For an olive man?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I needed Rosemary. So I called her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cDinner tonight. Bring pizza. And whatever that fearless energy of yours is made of.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cThis is karma!\u201d Rosemary shouted. \u201cI\u2019ve been digging through dating sites for six months like an archaeologist with a shovel, and you\u2014bam!\u2014you\u2019ve got a ticket to Greece already!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s not a ticket. It\u2019s just a message.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFrom a Greek man. Who owns olive trees. That\u2019s basically a Nicholas Sparks novel in sandals.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cRosemary, I can\u2019t just run off like that. This isn\u2019t a trip to IKEA. This is a man. In a foreign country. He might be a bot from Pinterest, for all I know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rosemary rolled her eyes. \u201cLet\u2019s be smart about this. Ask him for pictures\u2014of his garden, the view from his house, I don\u2019t care. If he\u2019s fake, it\u2019ll show.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cAnd if he\u2019s not?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cThen you pack your swimsuit and fly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I laughed, but wrote to him. He replied within the hour. The photos came in like a soft breeze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first showed a crooked stone path lined with lavender. The second\u2014a little donkey with sleepy eyes standing. The third\u2014a whitewashed house with blue shutters and a faded green chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then\u2026 a final photo. A plane ticket. My name on it. Flight in four days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I stared at the screen like it was a magic trick. I blinked twice. Still there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cIs this happening? Is this actually\u2026 real?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet me see! Oh, God! Of course, real, silly! Pack your bags,\u201d Rosemary exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNope. Nope. I\u2019m not going. At my age? Flying into the arms of a stranger? This is how people end up in documentaries!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rosemary didn\u2019t say anything at first. Just kept chewing her pizza.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then she sighed. \u201cOkay. I get it. It\u2019s a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded, hugging my arms around myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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That night, after she left, I was curled on the couch under my favorite blanket when my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Text from Rosemary: \u201cImagine! I got an invitation too! Flying to my Jean in Bordeaux. Yay!\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cJean?\u201d I frowned. \u201cShe never even mentioned a Jean.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stared at the message for a long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, I got up, walked to my desk, and opened the dating site. I had an irresistible desire to write to him, to thank him and accept his proposition. But the screen was empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His profile\u2014gone. Our messages\u2014gone. Everything\u2014gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He must\u2019ve removed his account. Probably thought I ghosted him. But I still had the address. He had sent it in one of the early messages. I\u2019d scribbled it on the back of a grocery receipt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moreover, I had the photo. And the plane ticket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If not now, then when? If not me\u2014then who?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I walked to the kitchen, poured a cup of tea, and whispered into the night,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cScrew it. I\u2019m going to Greece.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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As I stepped off the ferry in Paros, the sun hit me like a soft, warm slap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The air smelled different. Not like home. There, it was saltier. Wilder. I pulled my little suitcase behind me\u2014it thumped like a stubborn child refusing to be dragged through adventure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Past sleepy cats stretched on windowsills like they\u2019d ruled the island for centuries. Past grandmothers in black scarves were sweeping their doorsteps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I followed the blue dot on my phone screen. My heart pounded like it hadn\u2019t in years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What if he\u2019s not there? What if it\u2019s all a weird dream, and I\u2019m standing in front of a stranger\u2019s house in Greece?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I paused at the gate. Deep breath. Shoulders back. My fingers hovered over the bell. Ding. The door creaked open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Wait\u2026 What?! No way! Rosemary!<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Barefoot. Wearing a flowing white dress. Her lipstick was fresh. Her hair was curled into soft waves. She looked like a yogurt commercial came to life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cRosemary? Weren\u2019t you supposed to be in France?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

She tilted her head like a curious cat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHello,\u201d she purred. \u201cYou came? Oh, darling, that\u2019s so unlike you! You said you weren\u2019t flying. So I decided\u2026 to take the chance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re pretending to be me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTechnically, I created your account. Taught you everything. You were my\u2026 project. I just went to the final presentation.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut\u2026 how? Andreas\u2019s account disappeared. And the messages, too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cOh, I saved the address, deleted your messages, and removed Andreas from your friends. Just in case you changed your mind. I didn\u2019t know you knew how to save photos or the ticket.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to scream. To cry. To slam the suitcase down and yell. But I didn\u2019t. Just then, another shadow moved toward the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Andreas\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cHi, ladies.\u201d He looked from me to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rosemary immediately latched onto him, grabbing his arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is my friend Rosemary. She just happened to come. We told you about her, remember?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cI came because of your invitation. But\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He looked at me. His eyes were dark like the sea waves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cWell\u2026 that\u2019s strange. Martha already arrived earlier, but\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m Martha!\u201d I blurted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rosemary chirped sweetly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, Andreas, my friend just got a bit anxious about me leaving. She always babysat me. So she must\u2019ve flown here to check if everything\u2019s fine\u2014and you\u2019re not a scammer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Andreas was clearly charmed by Rosemary. He laughed at her antics.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cAlright then\u2026 Stay. You can figure things out. We\u2019ve got enough room here.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Whatever magic was supposed to be there\u2014it had been hijacked\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My friend was playing against me. But I had a chance to stay and set things straight. Andreas deserved the truth, even if it wasn\u2019t as sparkling as Rosemary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll stay,\u201d I smiled, accepting the rules of Rosemary\u2019s game.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Dinner was delicious, the view was perfect, and the mood\u2014tight, like Rosemary\u2019s silk blouse after a croissant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was all smiles and giggles, filling the air with her voice like perfume with nowhere else to go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAndreas, do you have any grandkids?\u201d Rosemary purred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally! There it was. My chance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I set down my fork slowly, looked up with the calmest face I could manage, and said, \u201cDidn\u2019t he tell you he has a grandson named Richard?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rosemary\u2019s face flickered, just for a second. Then she lit up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cOh, right! Your\u2026 Richard!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I smiled politely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cOh, Andreas,\u201d I added, looking straight at him, \u201cbut you don\u2019t have a grandson. It\u2019s a granddaughter. Rosie. She wears pink hair ties and loves drawing cats on the walls. And her favorite donkey\u2014what\u2019s his name again? Oh, that\u2019s right. \u2018Professor.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The table went quiet. Andreas turned to look at Rosemary. She froze, then let out a nervous chuckle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAndreas,\u201d she said softly, trying to sound playful, \u201cI think Rosemary is joking strangely. You know my memory\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Her hand reached for her glass, and I noticed it trembled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mistake one. But I am not done.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cAnd Andreas, don\u2019t you share the same hobby as Martha? It\u2019s so sweet how you both enjoy the same things.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Rosemary frowned for a moment\u2026 then lit up. \u201cOh yes! Antique shops! Andreas, that\u2019s wonderful. What was your latest find? I bet this island has tons of little treasures!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Andreas set down his fork.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cThere are no antique shops here. And I\u2019m not into antiques.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Mistake number two. Rosemary is on the hook now. I continue.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf course, Andreas. You restore old furniture. You told me the last thing you made was a beautiful table still in your garage. Remember you\u2019re supposed to sell it to a woman down the street?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Andreas frowned, then turned to Rosemary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re not Martha. How did I not see this right away? Show me your passport, please.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

She tried to laugh it off. \u201cOh, come on, don\u2019t be dramatic\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But passports don\u2019t joke. A minute later, everything was on the table like the check at a restaurant. No surprises. Just an unpleasant truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Andreas said softly, turning back to Rosemary. \u201cBut I didn\u2019t invite you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rosemary\u2019s smile cracked. She stood up fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cReal Martha\u2019s boring! She\u2019s quiet, always thinking things through, and never improvises! With her, it\u2019ll feel like living in a museum!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cThat\u2019s exactly why I fell for her. For her attention to detail. For the pauses. For not rushing into things: because she wasn\u2019t chasing thrills, she was seeking truth.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, I just seized the moment to build happiness!\u201d Rosemary yelled. \u201cMartha was too slow and less invested than I was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou cared more about the itinerary than the person,\u201d Andreas replied. \u201cYou asked about the size of the house, the internet speed, the beaches. Martha\u2026 she knows what color ribbons Rosie wears.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rosemary huffed and grabbed her bag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, suit yourself! But you\u2019ll run from her in three days. You\u2019ll get tired of the silence. And the buns daily.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stormed around the house like a hurricane, stuffing clothes into her suitcase with the fury of a tornado in heels. Then\u2014slam. The door shook in its frame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Andreas and I just sat there on the terrace. The sea whispered in the distance. The night wrapped around us like a soft shawl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We drank herbal tea without a word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStay for a week,\u201d he said after a while.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked at him. \u201cWhat if I never want to leave?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cThen we\u2019ll buy another toothbrush.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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And the following week\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We laughed. We baked buns. We picked olives with sticky fingers. We walked along the shore, not saying much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t feel like a guest. I didn\u2019t feel like someone passing through. I felt alive. And I felt\u2026 at home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Andreas asked me to stay a bit longer. And I\u2026 wasn\u2019t in a rush to go back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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