When I was in college, I liked one student. I wanted to invite her to a cafe, but there was hardly any money at the time. He walked around the universe until he noticed the chef who was in charge of the dining room. He was 40-45 years old, his wife and three children. We were known before. After hearing the reason why I was walking so acidic, he told me to come with her to the universe at 10 p.m. when all the students were out. In the courtyard of the university there was a small square with trees and tables.

We met in the evening and I offered to walk to the universe. The guard was familiar with me, so he missed us.

When we entered the square, one of the tables was already covered. The first, the second, salad etc. The night, empty universe, we sat alone, ate, drank tea and talked. Per she thought at the time, the hell, how he got it.

The chef sometimes approached us like dear guests, tossed tea, asked if we would like a dessert.

At that moment I was happy. Now, 12 years later, I remember this man, and I realize how huge his heart was.