The last night in Milan, can't smile anymore ⋯

The last night, originally still troubled by the choice between going to a sex club or dancing ⋯
Then after the wallet was pickpocketed on the subway at noon, no sexual interest left at all⋯ 😭
Calling the bank internationally to stop the card and report loss, and also worrying about going back to Denmark to reapply for health insurance card and driver's license ⋯
A bunch of documents ⋯
Reapplying for bank card⋯ all the tedious matters.

Even eating dinner at night feels tasteless ⋯😓😓😓
Going back to the hotel early to sleep, and there's the last stop, Paris.
Paris is also a place where thieves and pickpockets are rampant. Now that the money and wallet have all been stolen, luckily there's still one card left that's tucked inside the phone case (luckily the passport is in the hotel safe and wasn't taken out), now relying on the phone and the only card to continue to the last stop Paris.🙏💪💪💪💪💪