There is a hopelessly middle-aged Spanish gentleman by the bar counter and he is drinking one glass of red wine after another. The girl pouring the drinks is looking above him, at the German couple by the window speaking a language she does not understand. Each time the empty glass is shoved to her side, the girl utters the barely audible "Si, señor" and fills it up. I'm sitting in the corner, quietly observing the scene and wondering when the whole thing will end. And will it ever. Because the German couple have only just finished reading the menu and by the looks of it - they are enjoying themselves.
Thursday, 15 March 2018
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There is a hopelessly middle-aged Spanish gentleman by the bar counter and he is drinking one glass of red wine after another. The girl pouring the drinks is looking above him, at the German couple by the window speaking a language she does not understand. Each time the empty glass is shoved to her side, the girl utters the barely audible "Si, señor" and fills it up. I'm sitting in the corner, quietly observing the scene and wondering when the whole thing will end. And will it ever. Because the German couple have only just finished reading the menu and by the looks of it - they are enjoying themselves.
