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As I stepped one foot in the White City, the January breeze had already managed to sneak into my body, leaving me stone cold. My Spanish heart was not built to handle these temperatures at all. "But here we are again, back in Vienna" And I knew one thing for sure: if I wanted to avoid an incipient hypothermia and the lack of movement, I had to come up with something quickly. The good thing is that a person that is living abroad always knows which are the best apps to spark a little bit of excitement into this new life. In other words, you get drawn into Tinder and you start swiping left and right until you end up with one match that gives you a good vibe. He was another lost soul, trying to find some comfort outside of his natal Korea. It was his second time in Europe. And he liked it in here because he could show his true colors without hesitation. He loved classical music, that's why he hid himself behind the seats of the Philarmonic to hear some Mozart and Salieri. He studied Communication Sciences but he was more of a man of few words. Our story was short and intense. A three days' trial test. On the first day, we met each other in front of the opera, eleven post meridiem, little snowflakes falling from the sky. We went to grab some drinks and we got to know our pet peeves, but nothing really happened. Past midnight, there was only a rushed goodbye at the subway entrance. But we were already sprung for each other. On the second day, we went for a walk along the white streets until we ended up awkwardly kissing at the top of the 25hours Hotel. The stars were staring at us and the leftover christmas lights were shining behind our backs. And on the third day, we said our last goodbye. He was pressed to the train's window, holding onto his new destination, somewhere lost in Austria, and I was running along the platform while holding a see-you-god-knows-when letter and a Schiller postcard. They say stories consist on the three main elements of a novel. They need a setting, a plot and a dénouement. And with him I went through all of those, but still, something feels missing. But at the end, who knows. Maybe we will find the epilogue of this love story written on the neon lights of Sincheon. We just need remember that love keeps being a continuous travel.