the day after
This morning 25/12
We got up late, the night had been mild
No, wind is making a noise attacking the building
I have to go out to buy petrol and to find
An Indian grocer which is open
My wife had bought a classy wine, which I found too strong but had a fine reputation from a professional winetasters
I think those winetasters are secret drunks ready to extoll any wine for a free bottle
I drink wine sold in cartons, it is cheap and not
Strong, one can drink a few glasses without getting pissed, the taste is more and less the same
Drinking morning coffee, I thought of the races of the people I had met
They are the Chinese, the Japanese, and the Indians
None of them are what we call white, but their culture is more fine-tuned and they are smarter than us.
But that is not why I’m driving to the Chinese grocer he is a businessman and doesn’t bother
About what day it is
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