Norderlicht cafe
It had not been a good night – we agreed on that. Friendly and nice with music too angular, flat footed and a bit too embarassed to dance. Beer went down, we chatted, it was fine. Rolling back to D’s he fixed us some Spanish dish with eggs and veg, listened to Lucinda Williams and enjoyed. “I’m doing Ramadan, of course,” said the non-Muslim. He limited himself to wine and cigarettes at night and was eating light.
