Arnon Grunberg



My manicurist did it again. She tortured me last Monday afternoon and managed to badly inflame my toe.
I’m not paranoid, but I leave the possibility open that my manicurist hates men or that she expected me to make her daughter happy. Or perhaps she hates me because I'm still not married.
The next time my manicurist touches my toe I’ll kill her. Or to be more precise I'll tell her: "Don't touch my toe, or I'll kill you."