That one question sparked something inside me. We began talking every day—about our dreams, our past, our favorite places in the world. I told her about my childhood in Bern, the way I found peace in the silence of the mountains. She shared stories of growing up in Rome, her love for painting, and how she dreamed of one day seeing the Swiss Alps in person.
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When we bought our first house, there was almost no money left for repairs.
We decided to do e...
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