Arnon Grunberg



A late night at my favorite restaurant. I’m the last customer, then three men walk in, they look like Mafia guys straight out of a movie.
A heavy guy, probably the bodyguard, a slightly less heavy guy and an elderly skinny man with spectacles. They order their food, spaghetti Bolognese, then the heavy man, the body guard gets up; he walks to the slightly less heavy man and embraces him for at least thirty seconds.
I think: maybe they are just performance artists, or just; they are performance artists, performing for one person.

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