Once again, I broke up...
Once again, I went out, once again I stayed alone in the square, once again I have to distribute my scattered resume; what's my name, where do I live, where do I work? Once again, late nights, cigarettes, stupid bars and parties to meet a bunch of inappropriate people, to fall in love with my ex even more and to choose between the blind the one-eyed, until I realize after a while that I made another mistake. Is it necessary to make a random encounter on the street, stuck in traffic, at work, at the gym? Do I have to roll the dice, get dark circles, age before my time and sleepwalk all day to meet him?

This is what 'Anna' was thinking as she multiplied the harvest of the inappropriate, after Nikos left her to be alone for a while... He wanted to "think". At least he was honest and said it for a while...