It seems I entered in drinking season which usually occurs in the most wonderful time in the year as Andy Williams sings. These days were with wonders. I had meeting with Philipp who came with visit and he was in same day as I scheduled to arrive. It was magnificent that our ways crossed after more than one year, because we couldn’t meet in Paris, Poland and between them was some period in which I didn’t want to see anybody whereas we could meet then. I entered in apartment and met him, a lovable dog dark boxer Issa and Philipp’s parents who each of them said that didn’t see me for long and I was answering “same”.
I had after Christmas drinking. Marrone Barbaresco isn’t equal to it’s price and I would hand over a bottle to a first bum whom I didn’t see. I took sip of it on the next Christmas Day, because I needed in liquid after eating little pancakes cooked on butter. I tasted dominance of alcohol in this exposing cheapness.
Knopka Sophie met me at entrance. I was badly missing her in two days of absence as any of passions. It became hardly to wake up Zhuchka at acting hearth as I knew few days before. I could only do that by picking her up. I arrived and poured one hundred grams of long familiar and grandiose Jameson. Living aqua vitae on scent. I was penetrating by saturated origin in that place. Harsh strike with no definition in tasting on mouth and swallowing are parts of beloved. This brings to aftertaste in which I experience that I entered in another galaxy.
