# See you again in Budapest

The cool morning air enveloped Michael as he stood before the entrance of the Collegium Germanicum in Rome. The stone building, with its ancient walls, seemed to bid him a silent farewell. He felt the weight of the years he had spent there and the memories stored within its walls. The sun broke through the clouds, bathing the facades in a soft, golden light. With one last glance at his familiar surroundings, he let the heavy wooden door close behind him.

Outside, Maria waited for him, wrapped in a light cloak that fluttered gently in the morning breeze. Her gaze was calm, yet there was an expression in her eyes that made Michael pause for a moment. It was the look of a woman who had much to say—but who kept her words trapped in silence.

"So, the time has come," she said, her voice soft but tinged with a melancholy that made the air around her heavy. "You're leaving and leaving everything behind."

Michael nodded slowly. "Yes, it's time. There's a lot to do in Budapest." He paused briefly and looked deeply into her eyes. "I hope you know that I still think of you—and everything we shared."

A faint smile flickered across Maria's lips, but her eyes betrayed a deeper story. "Take care of yourself, Michael. It's good to know you haven't forgotten the family."

For a moment, it seemed as if there was more to her words than she let on. Michael knew that the hint about the past and the doppelganger's identity hung between them like an unspoken shadow. He inclined his head, and without another word, he turned to go to the taxi that would take him to the airport.

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The flight to Budapest was uneventful. As he gazed out the window at the passing landscape below – the Alps, then the vast Hungarian Plain – his thoughts revolved around what lay ahead and what he had left behind in Rome. The thought of Maria, of the unspoken words that hung between them, pushed its way to the forefront.

As the plane landed at Budapest airport, a familiar tingling of anticipation coursed through his body. It wasn't just a new task that awaited him – but also the opportunity to finally gain clarity.

A black car was waiting for him. The drive through the city took him past the Danube and the magnificent buildings that glowed in the golden evening light. The water sparkled in the twilight, seemingly reflecting the past and the future. He was on his way to the small apartment that Julia and Martina now called home.

As the car pulled up in front of the old building, Michael took a deep breath. Ancient trees framed the entrance, and the familiar sounds of the city filled the air. He pressed the doorbell and waited.

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The door opened, and Martina greeted him with a warm smile that eased some of the tension from his shoulders. "Michael, it's so good to see you. Come in, we've been waiting for you."

The living room had a cozy atmosphere. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, and cakes and pastries, resembling miniature works of art, were laid out on the coffee table. Julia came in from the kitchen, carrying a tray, which she set down with a radiant smile.

“Finally you’re here,” she said, looking at Michael with an expression of relief. “Sit down, have a coffee. We have a lot to talk about.”

Michael sat down on one of the old sofas, upholstered in a lovingly worn fabric. The room's coziness gave him a feeling of home that he had long missed.

Shortly afterwards, the doppelganger also entered the room. He seemed relaxed – but also a little nervous – as he sat down opposite Michael.

“Welcome to Budapest,” he said with a slight smile that betrayed both openness and uncertainty. “It’s nice to have the whole ‘family’ together.”

The word "family" sounded strangely familiar to Michael. The expression on his doppelgänger's face seemed, for a brief moment, to betray a deeper connection. Michael returned the smile—while a thought flashed through his mind: Was it really possible that this young man was his son?

“Thank you,” said Michael, taking a sip of his coffee, which was warm and aromatic. “It feels good to be here.”

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They chatted about trivial things – the city, work, life in Budapest. But between the conversations, an unspoken question hung in the air, a tension that neither Julia nor Martina seemed able to resolve. The doppelganger occasionally glanced at Michael, his eyes filled with intense interest, as if seeking confirmation of something Michael hadn't yet voiced.

Dinner was relaxed. The conversation was light and full of laughter. But as they finally sat down on the balcony in the twilight, a kind of unspoken understanding hung in the air. Michael knew it was time to seek answers—and that he might already have them right in front of him.

“Sometimes,” he began softly, as the first stars twinkled in the sky, “life leads us down unexpected paths that we only understand later.” He looked at his doppelganger and noticed that he was listening intently to his words. “And sometimes we meet people who show us that there are more connections than we initially believe.”

The doppelganger said nothing. But he nodded.

Night fell over Budapest, and the city lights twinkled like tiny sparks, casting memories into the darkness. The glances they exchanged spoke volumes as the evening stillness enveloped them. Michael knew it would take time to speak the truth completely—but for now, it was enough that they were together.

The family had taken on a new dimension – one he hadn't expected, but perhaps had always hoped for.

The gentle murmur of the Danube could be heard in the distance. Michael knew: This was only the beginning of a long and exciting journey.