Arnon Grunberg


The disadvantages of being polite

The salsa club was named Casablanca.
The steak was not that bad, some of the salsa dancers were reasonably good but the caipirinha was disappointing. (Of course I didn’t dance, I prefer watching.)
Out of sheer politeness I proposed to the stage manager of the theatre, a woman named Martha.
I left around 01:00, because of deadlines, I said.
Early in the morning I was hunted by nightmares.