Alejandro
It’s called sarma, and it’s kind of a sour cabbage roll with beef and rice and other stuff. I’ve never tasted anything like this, but it’s perfect in its simplicity and I just can’t get enough of it. When I ask for a second dish, she’s quick to serve it as Juan makes a joke about it, but strangely, I don’t mind.
I throw a little piece of bread at him to make him shut the f*uck up and both Katerina and Eva scold us not to play with bread, like it’s the biggest sin and offense to even think it. My face goes red with embarrassment and both me and my friend look down at our plates, mumbling apologies.
“Forgive those rascals, girls, they never learned proper manners,” Patricia says quite seriously, making my ears go even hotter.
But that’s all that happens. Nobody makes a big deal
