bread and butter
Monday, October 11, 2010So there they were. New friends. Squeezed onto The World’s Tiniest Balcony. Weak.winter.sun. Fingerless.gloved.hands wrapped around bowls of steaming coffee.
Talking about dreams and plans.
What I really want to do, she said, what I will do when I have some money, is open a bakery. Not just any bakery. It will have amazing bread. And tubs of real butter on the tables.
And that’s all. (Just bread and butter.)
Will you have coffee? I asked.
No, she replied. Coffee here always comes out of gross orange machines like my parents used to own and it tastes bad.
Just bread and butter. (perfect.)