The choice

We came to drink. To that flat. Even brought our own bottle of Vermuth. There were musicians playing inside and one girl. There were not so many words at first.
Tired of waiting our Coffe Sanbuka to be prepared again she said : God, let s make it by ourselves.

I felt like a barman. A cool one. With all these jestures, it s a big system to make SambuKa perfect. We kept on making, couse we admired that system. Till the end of full bottle.

Sometimes u r in doubt wheather u should go or not. U feel not sure about the place u go and people u ll see there. May be after that u ll throw glasses to the wall shouting out. Or may be u ll be coming back home in the morning smiling at the virgin snow.