Stemcaffe

it was a late october day and i was all alone walking on the streets of milan. i was wet and freezing walking around, and i felt as if everything was cold and quite opposite to my home-town ambiance it was early in the morning, as it is now when i’m bringing back to life those memories when i was just looking for a cozy place to warm up and dry my clothes. i was going to plan the entire day, not knowing that what was about to happen that day was going to determine a story of my life journey. i opened the door of a coffee shop and sat at a table. it was all noisy and bustling around me and some shop’s clients were talking very loud. i didn’t understand anything from what was happening around me, not even why the people sitting at the bar and tables were shouting. anyway, i ordered a coffee. ”one coffee, please!” it was easy even for a guy like me coming from a small and godforsaken town to make myself understood, even though i did not understand anything happening there. i sipped fro