Chapter Eight
Fall - Blazing on the Bonfire“Do you think he will come?” I ask Berni, or rather, I ask myself as I stare at the bubbles on the water. A small fish jumped up; I couldn’t see it, but I heard its splashing, and the water is still swirling. No one is there, only its trace.
“Why wouldn’t he come? He said he is getting everything ready. And if his passport expired, he had to do that first. Only a couple more weeks, don’t worry, Flóra!” I get the comforting answer with reassurance.
“I don’t keep in mind my papers’ expiration time either.” Berni is my childhood friend; what else can he say?
He enjoys life just as much as I do. We don’t worry about the world’s problems, firmly believe in people, and, typically, we are late from everywhere. This is why we understand each other so
