Arnon Grunberg

45 minutes


This morning I had an appointment with a literary agent in a shopping mall in Warsaw.
We drank coffee and we talked for about 45 minutes.
It was a pleasant meeting.
Then she asked: “What are your plans for today?” I told her my plans.
“And what are your plans?” I asked.
“I’m looking for a contract killer,” she answered.
We said good-bye. “Don’t wait for me,” she said. “I’ll pay the bill.”