Arnon Grunberg



This afternoon I had lunch at the convivial bistro L’Epi Dupin with an editor in chief of one of the publications I write for.
We had never met in person.
The lunch was pleasant, I ate codfish; my editor in chief ordered beef, and we exchanged anecdotes about friends and acquaintances we have in common.
After two hours the editor-in-chief went back to his car, and I retreated to my hotel room.