Dinner for eight
People over, making dinner. Some people in the kitchen chopping vegetables, marinating tofu, washing dishes, splashing water on the floor. Some people in the huge living room, sitting and talking (about nothing much in particular), offering their help in the cooking, satisfied with not getting their hands wet. The apartment is shown around, yet again, as a new person arrives. We are all roommates, some old ones, some new. An evening that can’t be planned.
And yes, we got the apartment. It’s been a crazy month.
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