Sayhellodumplinghowareyoudumplingseei’vecometoeatpastry. You fall silent. She lays down the doll, putting its head on the edge of the plate. One of the arms of the doll is missing and its face is scribbled with a blue pen. You make yourself comfortable, I’ll stand, I’ll look at you and Dumpling from above. Want to drink? Yeah, let’s drink. Nara grabs the glass joyously screeching wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. We’re drinking without cheers. I’m a vegetarian, she suddenly says. You fill the empty glasses again. Nara continues. Vegetarianism prolongs a person’s life. We pick up the glasses and quaff them down. I want to break the record of longest lifespan. Now and again she holds the neck of the doll with two fingers, pushes its head into the gata, and makes it peck: you don’t want to eat gata,
