Apart from the loss of heart, paying all that money just to take a taxi didn't matter much, Hans was still beyond rich.
He walked a few steps, and as he looked around, he realized:
'If my memory hasn't gone bad, things weren't like this…'
Almost a third of the Duomo was enveloped in scaffolding.
Most of the things inside the great square just in front of it also appeared to be new.
'The city must've suffered a lot of damage…'
Hans was born in Milan, just like his sister, but when the catastrophe first broke out, his family decided to move east and found a home in another city in Italy, while Emma and her family remained in Milan.
'Emma… huh…'
As if he were an old man troubled by life long sufferings who held onto his cane, Hans was sitting on a bench, resting his head upon his trolley's handle.
It was here, wasn't it? The place where I last met Emma, well… I mean last time doesn't count.'
