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  • He said “I really want it” I could see the sparkles in his eyes. He said “I thought all about it... I will put … here and … there” drawing shapes in the air. He said some words in a language I couldn't recognize first, then I realized these were the furniture names from Ikea. He continued describing the positions of the furniture then he stopped abruptly. “I know it will never happen” Took a sip from his beer, the sparkles left his eyes, adopted a moody look instead. “Everything is so expensive and I would never ever afford it with this salary, I don't know what I was thinking.”

    His sadness broke my heart, I wanted to say something to encourage him, I said “ You have to take a step, it might be a bit difficult until you completely settle down but still you will have the happiness of doing something you've always dreamed of...”

    He looked at me as if he was looking at a naive teenager who was sure that she knew everything about life. I tried to mumble more encouraging words but they crumbled in the air. I gave up.

    I knew how it felt to be stuck, I felt exactly how he felt. I was in the same situation but not that expressive... Maybe I was trying to encourage myself trying to convince him, maybe I was talking to myself, I didn't know...

    I just wished there was something we could do to change this. But it seemed like there were some lessons we had to go through in life. Instinctively, my hand moved towards his arm in the need of giving support, then I stopped myself. He was not a touchy-feely type so instead I held my glass to offer a toast, I said “Then cheers to our hopeless dreams.” Inside I said "Cheers, we shall never give up!"

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