Two nights at Amsterdam Hostelle.

The girl who sat in front of me cried when I said to her:”Go for your dream.”

She’s Japanese and was going to get married soon after this trip. She said she wanted to study and live in Paris because everything french attracts her. She’s younger than me but well travelled. I couldn’t recall anything more but that sudden tears left a mark in my mind.

“No, I cannot anymore. That’s my dream but I don’t have the time or chance to do it anymore.”
“You will.”