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Sunday morning in Rome is a coffee delight! A holy time for any Italian! Since I'm Ukrainian, my coffee maker must have decided I was asking for too much. Instead of a fragrant espresso, it produced a "Pshhh..." and a grumpy expression. I only won after the third try and a bit of physical abuse. But the first sip of coffee and I'm the queen of the balcony overlooking the tiled roofs.

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Honestly? After a week of online prep for my medical exam, my brain resembles a student record book. Everything is in red! I've forgotten my Latin, but I remember I want to sleep. Salvation came in the form of a friend: "Drop your pharmaceutical textbook, let's go to the museum!" Two hours among ancient statues (at least they're silent and don't ask about my nerves), then a stroll through the streets of Trastevere. I tripped over cobblestones, ate gelato, and laughed at memes about Italian temperament!

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Evening, curled up in bed. Pajamas, herbal tea, and a candle on the windowsill. I dream of true love. Of someone who will come and say, "Drop that histology textbook, I've seen you eat pasta beautifully." So that we can stroll through Rome together, and he will hold my hand (even if I tell him about women's nonsense!).

A perfect Sunday is one where there is room for me, you, and our happiness! ❤️