at home

Half past four comes transport to the airport but judging by his looks and accent it is no George but a simple Yiorgos.
Flights are not interesting, Tallinn is interesting. There's new tram from the airport to the city. A boy enters clutching colorful maple leaves and phones someone to ask in which stop he has to exit. At bus station a big grey car crashes into a taxi who lets a pedestrian over the road.

'Nun war ich äußerlich frei, und alle die Jahre bis auf den heutigen Tag haben nur dem – in unseren Zeiten immer härter werdenden Kampf gegolten, innerlich frei zu bleiben.' (Stefan Zweig, Die Welt von Gestern)
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