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Outside, it’s chaos. People are milling around, and I’m just standing there, drenched in coffee and frustration. But then, I see the view of Lake Iseo. The mountains in the background, the water sparkling. It’s breathtaking. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything’s okay.

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