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And again, time travel: we are at a rave party in the aughts'. Farewell to the decade - all that is left now is the smell of club corridors at 4 a.m., a neon-glo bracelet, a sad aftertaste. Let us remember this: coming home at dawn, tired but safe in the empty streets of the city that greets us with a grin, loving, knowing.