A late evening in a semi-rundown house in central Lisbon. Some friends have gathered in his room and sit at their convenience - resting their backs against the walls, lying on the floor, or just somewhere in the middle of the room. The atmosphere is calm and relaxed. A bottle of wine is finishing, but another one is already on the way. They chat about the... what did we talk about? Parties, the beach, the city...? Definitely not uni, since most, despite being there as exchange students, rarely attended any classes. There is the sweet smell of mint in the air, a painting and a poster on the wall, the friends, the wine, bossanova and the youthful belief in all of these things lasting forever...
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