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The Moldau (Smetana)
Violet (thoughts)
September 13 2010, morning
I don’t like them, they hate me. Don’t ask them why, they don’t know the answer. It’s too fuzzy. It comes from too far. As for me, I react. I haven’t done any better yet. Have you ?
On the Sultan, the workforce is well fed. I choose my meal : a large slice of roast beef, a full cup of rice pudding, crème brûlée and some dulce de leche ice cream. I love caramel. It reminds me of my early childhood, my parents… sweet humble people who never fought.
I am looking for a table but at this time, it’s a ridiculous challenge : the passenger’s breakfast is over and the lunch service hasn’t started yet. Consequently, almost all the restaurant staff is here, eating, and a few others too.
Jose-Maria de Ara tries to catch my atte
