They say that one should never return to the place where we were once happy. But sometimes, that is exactly the place where one can find solace. That's the thought that strikes me like a thunderclap when I walk aimlessly through these streets I know so well: I was happy here once, twice, several times. I could be happy here again, perhaps forever. It's good to know that. It's good to know that, should everything else fail, I'd still have one last place to go.