Friday, September 27, 2019

In a café

I was sitting in a far corner of a vast Old World café. A waiter came to my table to tell me that two men were waiting to see me. I walked to the front of the café and found them standing inside the entrance wearing overcoats and broad smiles. They told me that they wanted to participate in my oil business. I told them that I wasn’t taking in any new people. They persisted in asking, and I persisted in turning them down. Then I moved past them and walked down an interior stone staircase — to a basement?

I don’t think this dream took place in Ukraine, but I suspect it’s the product of current events.

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