I was crossing the bridge by bus this morning. The ladies in front of me were talking about the river. How beautiful it looked; it gave the sensation of velvet, inviting you to jump into it. And I thought: if you jumped from here, you would discover that what looks like velvet is actually hard as a cement wall. It seemed they heard my thoughts, because they suddenly started discussing every suicide case they knew.A bright sun, a warm morning and a river looking like velvet is not the guarantee of a beautiful day...
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