letter Part1

when i was young, i dreamt to be a typist.

sounds boring?

yes, i was a 100% nerd.

i loved the sound of it. Whenever i saw people type i feel as if they were playing piano.

tick tick tick tart tart tart...

no pitch but there is rhythm in it.

sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes she pauses to think.

after each line she has to slide that thing from the right the left, or from the left to the right.

i love the smoothness of the sound.

it gives a sense of achievement,

an indication of the end of something and the start of something new.

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Olympia Hotel, Zurich~

it is a homey one. opposite to coop supermarket which keeps u from hunger.

if u are looking for something fancy, u may not be tempted.

but if u are like us- a student and a waitress with their backpacks- do give it a try!

it won't disappoint u, especially when the price is 120 euros a night for 2.

In midnight while u are very hungry,

go downstairs to the little bar and if Andrea is on duty,

i am sure u'll be treated a whole bowl of chocolate and a cup of decent hot chocolate.

yes a decent one as Andrea insisted, 'it is best if u pour hot milk in it, not water.'

it is business class standard. (and most of the time in business class we put hot water.)

Andrea will be happy to forget asking u to pay if u talk about films with him

to be precise, u listen him talk about films.

he has a unique sense of humour and a strong opinion to Bollywood.

"u must be brain death or nearly brain death to watch one. when someone die in the film people cry for 1 hour and suddenly start dancing for another hour."

yet, he is patient enough to finish 3 of them.