Early morning.
The rain is falling, making small puddles in the cracks between the yellow pavement in the Sofia centre.
Cars are making their way through the traffic jam while the traffic policeman navigates their movement.
The wind is blowing heavily and the umbrellas serve better for weather-vanes than for keeping the rain off people's heads.
Among these noises and chaos there is one place which is always silent at that time of the day. A place where so many decisive moments have passed that it is almost unbelievable why sounds of voices don't return as echoes from the corners of the room.
Time may pass but good memories never fade.
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You are so right.
I was thinking about the same thing these days and I realised that even though there have been a lot of tough moments and bad as well in AIESEC - I remember mostly the good ones!
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