Arnon Grunberg


Social obligations

Shortly before her departure my amante dropped one of her contact lenses in the washbasin.
We were just busy fighting over all my social obligations, when it happened.
I told her: “Say good-bye to your contacts.” But she went straight to the front desk and insisted on a plumber. Sometimes she is nuts.
Two hours later the plumber arrived, and amid a myriad of hair and sand he found one of her contact lenses.
I offered him fifty zloty but he refused the money. He walked away hastily.