Magda

Magda. A friend of mine, who used to be a chef, was filleting a mackerel when he found a ring, inside the ring read: Magda 1972. The golden ring, my friend wore on is left Index finger. But it chafed and chafed till Skin broke and he got an ulcer. Fed up with this and perhaps a little inebriated he gave the ring to a girl in a bar in Rotterdam…she looked at the engraving of the ring and fainted. It had belonged to her husband who tragically drowned at sea. My friend, liked the woman – no longer a mere girl- and despite her past, he married Magda, She sold the ring and with the proceed was able to buy a little bar, but my friend´s finger turned septic and had to be amputated.