Shortly before leaving for Miami, Buenos Aires and hopefully Paraguay I tried to pick up my clothes at the dry cleaner around corner.
A man in his fifties, almost completely bald, said to a female customer, also in her fifties: “This has been a long year.” Since management changed at this dry cleaner getting your clothes back is somewhere close to a miracle. We were all waiting.
The man continued: “Ten December last year my misery started.” The woman wanted to be polite I guess and answered: “That’s a long time to be miserable.” Later that evening I had dinner with Michela. A young woman who makes a living as a dancer, kind of, and who is addicted to drama in her life.
As Kafka said to his friend Max Brod: “There is hope, but not for us.”