Remember when we had candles in the bread?
With strangers, and so touching.

Fuck, I can’t share it.
Apartment in 2004, three residents. Two days of pay, almost no money. The third rides around the city, withdrawing debts from acquaintances. One friend has no money, is selling alcohol, offered a box of champagne. They agree.
The evening. For dinner a pot of cooked potatoes. We lay down the plates, we start to eat, and there is someone: and what we eat so, we have champagne.
What after lunch and dinner there was not, but champagne under cooked potatoes only used once in his life.