It was one of those days when you don’t expect anything exciting to happen. I looked through the window of my bedroom to confirm another grey day caused by overcast sky. Fully covered by fluffy clouds with no blue patches – I call it “eternal greyness” – this monochrome ceiling always makes me feel depressed.

After my morning routine, consisting of a poop, quick shover, a bowl of porridge with cup of green tea and brushing teeth afterwards, I dressed up myself and was ready to leave the apartment. Today I decided to have a walk instead of driving.

The weather is consistent for the last 2 weeks – lifeless sick-grey sky that diffuses the sunlight and cause all the colours to look washed out and boring. Windless air have no strength to move any part of the nature from the state of lazy stagnancy.

I slowly walked through a silent neighbourhoods, crossing small streets, passing by little gardens and local shops. It felt like time had stopped for a break this morning, patiently waiting for Miss Life, which was still in her bed and refused to leave. No one was willing to go outside today.

Within an hour I have reached my destination. I stopped in front of a small freestanding house. There were many similar buildings around, made of red bricks with small front gardens and spaces for one or two cars. One could get easily lost in this type of neighbourhoods, where there are no specific orientation points, because everything looks like a copies of the same model of a house.

“Welcome” a polite female voice invited me from inside, before I managed to knock on the door. I grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open.