Gravity Kills - Belief (To Rust)

In his heart, he firmly counted on an affectionate and even joyful meeting with kisses and hugs on the doorstep, and anticipating such a reception, he accelerated his steps, approaching the Kerntner gate. Not far from them, the postman called out to him and handed him a small but rather heavy package, inscribed, as he immediately recognized, with the hand of a decent and orderly man. Mozart went with a letter-carrier to a nearby shop to give him a receipt; then, once again on the street, he could not wait to get home; tearing off the seal, on the move, stopping from time to time, he quickly scanned the letter.