Arnon Grunberg



My godson and his mother were waiting for me at Zurich airport.
“What are you going to do this afternoon?” my godson asked.
“I have to work,” I said. “I have to learn how to sell coffee, wine, beer, croissants and sausages on trains.” Then I had to laugh. While explaining this endeavor to a child it became suddenly extremely funny.
His mother said: “Your life is a boy’s dream.” That’s definitely one way of looking at it.