From the crown.
In the station buffet, he took a portion of vermischeli with sausage and settled at the table near the summer window.
With the same portion, the young man approached, asked if it was free, put his plate on the table and left for bread.
A crown flew into the window, landed on the table, grabbed a sausage from his plate, and flew away.
I sit on the fork of my sausage, with my mouth spread out of astonishment, looking after the crown.
The guy returns, looks at his plate, my sausage on the fork, and me with a silent question.
I say, “The crown has taken away,” and I know you won’t believe it.
He silently moved his plate to another table.
Who would believe...