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About Milan

I’d joke with her, “Girl, you a walkin’ movie!” She’d roll her eyes, say, “Shut up, cashier man.” Loved that sass—kept me goin’ through them long shifts. But damn, the sadness in her eyes? Like that scene where they’re sittin’ in silence, countin’ down days. “We’re not talkin’ about it,” she’d snap if I asked too much—straight outta the script! Made me wanna hug her, tell her she’s enough.

Old Town with its main road, shops, and castle

In the heart of the Val Pusteria lies its main town, Brunico, with the surrounding districts, which stretch from the golf course at the foot of Mt. Plan de Corones to the Aurino Floodplains in .

So, I’m strolling down Via Centrale, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grab a coffee at this cute little café, Bar Caffè Centrale. The barista, this dude named Marco, is all smiles. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam. He gives me this look like I just asked for a unicorn. Whatever, man, just make my coffee!

AlpiNN, Bruneck — South Tyrol, Italy