You loved each other for a month, then he had to fly back to Melbourne. In days when you could only write letters and, very very rarely, place extra-continental phone calls, finally seeing each other was scary. A micro narration in a minute or so.

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The flight to Melbourne has been very long. She knew it in advance, but still, she feels exhausted and overwhelmed with fears, sensations and curiosity. It has been three months since she last saw him. It’s early nineties, there is no internet yet and she is not so sure any more about that wild passion, frantic letter-writing and desperate long-distance calls. She left Berlin and winter behind. When the customer gives her the passport back, she feels a warm river running along the legs. Blood in the new continent. The immigration formalities are dealt with - much too fast, she doesn’t even know whether she’ll recognise his face. That’s why she ignores her luggage, once more when it approaches on the carousel.