Sabi3333

It is a wonderful Saturday morning at the end of July. The sun has already warmed the summer air to 24 degrees, and I am sitting on my terrace. I greet the nice neighbor next door who cheerfully whistles while mowing his lawn every Saturday....

The little café on the outskirts with its upholstered armchairs in pink velvet covers and cute little tables in classic style. The friendly waitress with Italian roots asks in her velvety voice: “as always, dear?” - “no...