Arnon Grunberg



This afternoon I was having a late lunch at the outdoor café at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.
While I was munching on falafel balls and baked feta cheese it started raining.
I didn’t want to leave my food alone in the rain, so I ate as fast as possible.

A waiter asked me: “Are you doing fine here?”

“Oh yes,” I answered. Although it must have been clear to the waiter that I was eating falafel balls in the rain. At that moment I was the last one sitting at the outdoor café.

Finally I gave up and I took shelter. I had barely touched my gazpacho.
You have to pay a price for dignity and an al fresco lunch in January, wet clothes is a reasonable price.