A nation of handicapped constructors, installers, and owners have conspired so that the innocent passer-by, already crushed under the heat from the sun and the pavement, can be refreshed with water from the air conditioning machines.
And that is happening in the streets of Bucharest, as we speak.
Chatty, smart, gregarious, freshly settled in the big city, opinionated, could easily get on the interlocutor’s toes. Me, seven years ago. Oddly he has the age I had when I arrived. Also thinking that everything has to do with him, like I used to. Hence my tired smile, he though was an enigmatic but superior manifestation. Which was not the case. I was just hot from the scorcher and tired and looking back at how I used to be.
This time I have accidentally place the mug on the edge of the tray, which subsequently led to my mobile being drowned in a pool of coffee, milk, and honey.
I won’t possibly be able to change my phone, for financial and mood reasons. Better won’t be sticky. And better all my contacts still work.
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