my alarm went on at 08 30 am. i got up from bed too quickly, disoriented, my heart pounded too loud that it was defeaning and panic got into me.
i was looking for my Pulutong. i was standing beside the bed, not knowing where i was, and i was about to cry because Pulutong is not there and my half-conscious mind couldn't think of any reasonable thought where he is. it was such a dreadful feeling. i don't know how long i stood there, trying to reconnect my thoughts to reality.
after a while, of course, reality came back to me and my brain told me that he is in Bolzano. i sighed a deep sigh, laid back in bed and reminisced.
it's so hard to wake up without you, Mr. Cristian Boarolo.
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