I just needed to do something, so I made a "tocanitza" with sheep sausages, cow consomme and Nela plum cake. All this time I
thought about her, how natural we started to speak, to tell each other things, her funny great simple life stories, her door
always open and this great host quality, never the feeling that you are a bother, always finding something to put on the table,
with no reserves, all around table. Than the men came and we had dinner and I started to think about him, how arrogant, always
having a better story then yours, charming, one of this few people who have a real smile, that kind that you instinctively return
instantly, you could really laugh with this guy till you burst tears,but I guess she was right, he was all about life.
