What was today...
At 8 a.m. a brief interview is scheduled. Eight in the morning on Thursday.
Interview in the park. In a summer cafe – I specifically offered this place so that the dogs could be nearby.
In addition, my appearance in the editorial board every Thursday is a sacred duty and can not be cancelled except by prior agreement with colleagues.
The interviewer did not appear at the specified time.
I call her and sensitively ask:
I’m here for half an hour, can you order coffee or tea?
Oh the fucking! I slept! It jumped out of my head, sorry. I am running! I fly!
Well, okay - I was stuck with a swollen face from sleep, the good is not very far away. They talked.
Late to work, of course. The editor is surprised.
Forgive me, I say. God sees, not by His own will, but by His own will.
I am surprised that you came.
And why?
You ought to do it on Thursday.
And today?
Today is Wednesday.