Arnon Grunberg

Child

Herring

The evening was tranquil.
After a long train trip my charming companion arrived from Amsterdam.
We went to a restaurant where we ate herring and drank vodka.
My companion said to my friend: “You need to have at least one child. I’m willing to help you. If you need my body let me know.” My friend pounded his hand on the table. “I’m happy,” he said.
We drank more vodka and we ate more herring.
The night was tranquil.