Early hours were crowded by silence, a peaceful calmness driven by memories and dreams from last night, untold stories remaining in mind as a permanent sense of new start. The little streets were emptied and the air was fresh, a double espresso was good enough to keep walking by unknown old canals, the weather was about 7 Celsius, our hands were frozen but our joy was still there. We walked through small streets, streets without end, we were trapped by the magic of the city, even in circles the city feels different on each corner. No shortcuts allowed, tech helpers were not useful at all, a city where instinct is key, a city where your heart drives the motion of your steps. This during the early hours while the city still sleeps.