The Memory Caffee

Thursday, 10 July 2008

We were going somewhere and had to go across the yard of some farmer. I almost made it across when the farmer opened his doors. He was a fairly pissed off dude, rather fear inspiring. He grabbed us by the hand and almost dragged un into a caffe. Downstairs there were people sitting around a small wooden table drinking tea. We had to sit there and recite words, replay some scene that was a memory of his lost wife. It was like this for several days. I tried to meet with some people in the caffee, but he dragged me away, all I could say to them was "this is important". At first I thought he was just abusing us, it was rather disturbing, but later I realized, we were somehow taking care of him. Who knows what crazy stuff he could do. Then one day it was all over. He seemed happy and thankful.
I was trying to get home, but there were steep hills all around the place. There are always some hills. And fucking dogs trying to bite me.