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It was like any other day in Shibuya, Tokyo. The sun shone, spreading its golden spears all above the busy town from The land of the rising Sun. In small cafe, not too far from the city centre, a young man who looked in his twenties was cleaning the tables. You could hear from a mile the music in his headphones, which he was always wearing. Those who usually visited the cafe always wondered what the songs the young blonde man was listening to, since there weren’t on the internet. If some bold visitor dared to ask him, he would just respond with “Eh.. some old songs”, nothing more, nothing less, but always accompanied with a sad look. Dreams come and go, but some stay with us all of our life, especially those we don’t fulfil.
Rumours started to fill the air after a young woman was elected as the new PM. She was young and bold, always cheerful yet a fake cheerfulness, almost as behind those big eyes lied a small broken heart. The young barista looked at the tv screen, watching the new prime minister’s first speech. She hasn’t changed a while. Or maybe she did, but she managed to seem like she was the same.