Exactly twenty-eight minutes to describe a circle along the ring branch of his beloved half-forgotten city. Many years later, he returned to his homeland and did not recognize it. Turn after turn, he kept putting off changing to his native red line, wanting to enjoy the road home. He was born in the best state on earth, that’s how he remembered it as a child, and this is more important than politics and economics. She was tired of living with other people’s stories. One gray day gave way to another in a long-feared noisy city. Twenty-eight minutes to fall in love at first sight. Twenty-eight minutes to take the first step. Twenty-eight minutes to go out together.