It was a fine October day. The sun was shining and there were some birds left which were singing. It was the first time I met Jānis. I was standing in front of the bank but he was rushing somewhere.
At first moment I thought it is my ex-classmate so I went to his side and started shouting:”Juri, wait!” As he didn’t respond to my calling I went to his side and nudged him lightly. When he turned around and said:” Unfortunately, I am not Juris, but Jānis!” …
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