There was an old palace open to the public visitors.
The palace was beautiful with big terraces, but in a rundown condition with dark hallways and broken glass windows. I ran into friends and acquaintances. S was an old friend who did not change a bit. He was still radiant and spontaneous as he used to be. H was my sister's friend. She also looked as she used to look 20 years ago. I was surprised to see her alone without her husband and four kids. And I also met B (I have just met B few days ago in a professional gathering)
Both S and B gave me two different pieces of clothes. Shirt and trousers.
I visited the palace again looking for S or B to give back the clothes. I felt it was my responsibility to return them but I walked alone in the hallways and there were very few people.
I only found H and we went together to one of the terraces. It was spacious and beautiful but the railing was broken. I looked around and felt happy and joyful and told H: Where can we find such beauty anywhere else? I looked at the broken railing and said to myself: Even this doesn't matter.
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