Arnon Grunberg


Three men

Last night, I went to the restaurant Ghar-e-kabab at the hotel de L’Annapurna. The restaurant was filled with Indians. Around 10:30 p.m. the restaurant became fairly empty. But then, three Indians walked in. They sat down, they didn’t take off their coats and they stared at my table shamelessly. I should have started a conversation with the three men – you never know where the adventure starts – but I was too tired and I went home.