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I was sleeping, or trying to, on the top bunk bed in the hostel, my friends below and beside me, loud voices speaking languages I couldn’t understand outside the door. We had taken the train here yesterday and I realized as I lay there in the dark that during these moments, days, weeks, I was always hungry or tired, my feet aching. But I was deliriously, stupidly happy.
A thought crosses my mind – if my life is going to flash before my eyes one day, I’d like to see flashes of moments like these.