1. An evening in far-out Alcobendas turns into a brownie-making, philosophical fiasco. While Alessandra snoozes, we talk about life, Erasmus and everything in between. We exit the building into sharp sunlight to get a bus home.
2. Feeling woozy with tiredness. We flip a coin in the metro, and decide to go and get some emergency food from above ground.
3. Hot, bracing coffee; following through on the half-baked plan of going to the park we found next to the leaning Caja Madrid towers; lying down on damp grass to absorb some sunlight; talking honestly.
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