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Gregor Schmoll
Brazil Bar, 2006
Letter 1:
Not having accomplished anything, I went to Harry’s Bar to reserve a table for that evening. The bar was packed when I returned that night. Far and wide no tables seemed available. I announced my arrival, but Signore Cipriani just smiled. He looked at his clock behind the bar, recognized the situation, and turned the time back by a half an hour. Apparently, I was early. |
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