I go out when my couch surfer goes to work and get back home when she is back too. I write in my favorite coffee place, caffeine doesn't make up for flawed inspiration, then I buy myself a cellphone and call my friend Ann. We meet in front of a shopping mall and I am sorry I am too late. I must have lost a lot of weight because she immediately notices my straw appearance. It's no big deal: on our next meeting I will have lost a lot of hair. We hang out in a park and talk about the past year. I learn we've not changed much, from the outset. Change still in the phase of enzymes. Ann surprises me by taking me to a genuine German beer place for dinner. I've seen a "Bierhalle" in Irkutsk, the Russians seem to like it. We share a plate of Bratwurst and three glasses of good draft beer.
