But now I had escaped, and I was sitting at a table with a r..
Published: November 15th 2022, 9:32:41 am
But now I had escaped, and I was sitting at a table with a red-andwhite-checkered tablecloth, feeling cleansed and safe. The sun shone yellow through the
wine, sparrows were scolding on a heap of horse manure, the owner's cat was watching
them with well-fed disinterest, a light breeze was blowing across the silent square, and life
was as beautiful as it can only be in our dreams.
