Just another night at the café...
I'm back at the café two days later. Two days with poor coffee. I think about the fact that whenever I would choose to go by this place he will always be there. Day and night, day in and day out, month after month, years passing, he might be a bit more grey-haired, but he'll still be there, in good and bad days, in sickness and in health. I stay longer this time. He is happy to see me. I hang out for three hours and read my book, talk to some of the customers and drink lots of coffee. Two cappuccinos and one latte. He wants to pay the drinks and buys me ice cream. I really want to pay it myself, here I sit with my iPhone and loaded wallet, free to go and travel whenever - wherever I please. To hop on a plane in no time, very content with paying close to nothing, and just spend a week in the sun. Just like that. And then go back again to my own world, blissfully forgetting all I saw and heard in a short amount of time. The customers I talk to are there nearly ev...