The story
Three years ago I moved to a new city for work.
I did not know anybody there.
My flat was small and the walls were white and empty.
For the first month I only spoke at work.
In the evening I walked around the streets.
There was a small noodle shop near my building.
I went there almost every night.
After two weeks the owner knew my order.
One evening he sat down and asked where I was from.
We talked for an hour.
He was the first friend I made in that city.