expecto patronum

I guess this summer will always be here, deep inside of my memories, warms my body in cold nights. London was never just a city, but a spring that surrounds you with its history, spirit and culture, a spring that drowns you with its magnificent beauty. Many years later, it might be difficult to remember what was I doing at the last day of July or what was the last words I said to my roommates, but I will never forget the smell in St Paul's Cathedra, I will never forget the warm breeze from the English Channel, "Wait, are those stars or lights from Normandy?" I will always remember that nameless song I heard at the bus station. Magic is real, my friend.

Thank you global experiences. Thank you for this amazing summer.