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Tomorrow: Fog over the Caldera. Peace.

Hotel staff. Preparations. Carrying boxes. Cleaning.

Tourists. Crowds. Voices. Different backgrounds. Different nations. Different languages. Who can afford the luxury as an exception and who lives the luxury? Merge.

Alleys. Narrow streets. House facades. White. Roofs. Blue. Cobbled streets. Overloaded shops. Souvenir next to souvenir. Shot glass and donkey T-shirt next to heaps of typical eye bracelets. Clothing that is cheap elsewhere costs here half a babysitter's weekly wage.

Restaurants. Waiters inviting you in. By the Caldera. Enormous view. Coffee 5€. Salad 20€. Is it worth it? Who can afford it with a clear conscience? Snack bar. Falafel. Hummus. Vegan?

Daytime: Sun. Glad about every breeze. Every shady spot. Sunset. Dream.

Night: Lights. Music. Pulsating.

Home. Open the window every morning. Peep out. Sea. Islands. White houses with blue roofs on steep, rugged, gray cliffs. Still looks as wonderful as the evening before. Radiance. Happiness. Path to the front door. Open it. Step out onto the balcony. Feel the wind. Hair blowing. Inhale. Exhale. Pure satisfaction. Yoga. Breakfast: Mashed banana with oatmeal and plant-based milk in an eye cup. There is no bowl. Who needs a bowl?