Arnon Grunberg

Sofitel again


The jeep called Ike, my ‘amante’ called amante and I are back in Buenos Aires.
The doorman at the Sofitel could not stop laughing when he saw Ike.
“I cannot believe it,” he shouted.
Presently Ike is at the garage where hardworking men are going to repair him.
My amante is buying a pair of shoes.
And I did shave this morning for the first time in a month. It took me more than thirty minutes. I have to admit that my beard was red as a carrot.
(Furthermore to avoid misunderstandings: Karol is a man. Amante is a woman. Karol is not my amante, my amante is not Karol. They do know each other. But that’s about it.)