Almost lost and extremely tired, I found myself in a hostel lobby. While I was drinking my tea and writing desperate messages, a group of girls entered.  That damsel was crying rivers, dressed up for a party, wearing tons of jewelry and make up, surrounded by empathyzing girls in pyjamas. Was it the day when a relationship ended? I guess so.

And the most remarkable was that they were talking in English, and I realized that all this people have never met before. Strange, and unexpectedly there is a story to tell