I can tell you where he is, but if you're not his grandchild, he might laugh at your joke or smash your head into the pavement, so be careful of what you say, is that alright with you?"
"Thank you"
Hans thought about the man's words as he walked down a peaceful street in Milan.
It was almost completely silent since not many people were around, and even the few who passed by Hans were all moving quickly and making haste, leaving no time for some chatter with strangers.
'It is still the busy city I remember… there isn't a single person without dark circles under their eyes, and everyone seems to have something to do… just like a few years ago, I guess life here must've not changed too much.
Apart from the skyrocketing prices of course.
He was close to his destination, and yet his rhythm didn't speed up, instead, it slowed down…
'I am your grandson…. I'm your daughter's son, I'm…
What should I even say?'
