z e e b o d e m

We drove to the airport yesterday morning. A plane left the ground every three minutes. We watched it all happen through the windows of a cafe. Frosty stella’s, tiramisu in a plastic pot and a cola. My mother and brother almost missed their plane. But they made it (arrived in their hometown at eight in the evening). I visited my former colleagues shortly before returning back to G.

Don’t have to do a thing which is good.