I won’t bore you with the usual.

In the evening I met a young woman who would like me to turn her life’s story into a book. For a fair price.

I can’t go into details now, but there is a market for a book like that.

She brought a large blanket and we sat on the grass near a lake.

We made ourselves as comfortable as can be.

She talked for about three hours. In Slovak. Which does make it all the more adventurous, I admit. To do things in a completely different language than the one your head functions in.

A good evening. Better than many others.