He said he’d had a headache, and had to pack, but I knew that it was love that had made him a liar.
At the launderette, an elderly man took off his trousers, put them into the dryer without washing them. He sat on a chair and offered me a cigarette.
He sends me an email, ‘Since im back idont find myself here and cant wait to be back there.’ I know what he means.
I discover that doing nothing is more fun than having nothing to do
Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.
Alberto’s espresso arrives. He pulls a face.