Haykakanvidyo chat. I know that you are now standing at the window in his room and watch the rain. Phone in the corner silent.
We met last year by accident. In Saturday’s warm June evening, when all the citizens of thirty-five and older amicably leave for their cottages, in order to perform compulsory labor, youth, which is not under the gun to drive a family hacienda, suffers in idleness.
I walked along the almost completely empty street near his home and met you. Home may seem rather prosaic. No, it was not so.
Haykakanvidyo chat.