coffee no. 106

In the secondary school a very cool boy joined our class. He was handsome and nice but unfortunately he was not interested in any of girls gazing at him with the huge admiration. One day, during the break he took out his wallet and said proudly: 'I'm gonna show you my new girlfriend'. All of us were waiting with a curiosity, but the photo hidden beneath the transparent plastic was too good to be true. There was not an average girl in it but a big-red-mouthed blond model cut out from some magazine. We were so surprised that instead of laughing or calling him an idiot we looked at each other and nodded: 'Yeah, lucky you. She's a star'. It was really strange but that guy truly believed us and tried to use his trick another couple of times. 'I broke up with the last one. Look this is my new sweetheart' he was telling us about once a month, showing another paper girl from his mother's magazines. When I recollected this today I wondered who in this game was a winner. We, pretending to believe in his silly stories, he believing that we believe, or maybe rather he pretending to believe that we believe...

coffee no. 105

"For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly".

Haruki Murakami NORWEGIAN WOOD

coffee no. 104

One of the most magical places in the most magical city I have been to is Restaurace Bona Vita in Prague. I have already written about it on this blog (butterflies hidden in the tables). Sitting at "my" table there, by the window, I always look at the women entering and getting out from the haidresser vis a vis the restaurant. At first with messy, unsheveled hair, after some minutes they walk smiling and really happy. Every single time I dreamed of getting my hair cut exactly there, and after, come to Bona Vita for a cup of coffee. But never there was enough time for that.
In two weeks this small, a bit silly dream will come true. I will leave my hair in Prague and drink to that day among the glass butterflies.

coffee no. 103

A huge, obese man is going down the street very slowly. Next to him, on the red leash there is walking a tiny ratte-like dog. Suddenly the man stops and start waving at somebody across the street. It is pretty, really short and skinny woman. When she comes up to him, he gives her a hug and holds her hand. They keep on walking in such an order: the man, the woman and the dog. Mr. Big and two extremely small beings of his life.
I imagine him sitting in the cramped armchair, in front of the 15 inch TV, holding in his plump hand a tiny cup of coffee... and so on...
Guliver complex?