July
I was in Amsterdam last July, for two days. July, my favorite month of the year. It is not because July is the beginning of monsoon season in the South East Asia or the American Independence day, but because I was born in this extraordinary July in 1985. This year, I am twenty-four. It is a huge number to me, one more year to the silver birthday, one step closer to thirty and so on. I am not really afraid of getting old, I’m indeed praying so hard so that the next year passes by faster.
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