tahti is going to drive for the first time! Pray for me :o
He was French-Maroccan, we met accidentally at a cafe where I was sitting alone and he wanted sb to drink beer with. I told him I had a bad day and he told me he had a terrible day too (went to a stiff German birthday party lol) and after a few hours we were loitering around Frankfurt in the middle of the night, discussing artificiality of conventions in human relations. That was crazy. I liked the moment when we were dancing on a green grass next to the Euro Bank as he started singing a nice song in French. He told me about his grandmother who is 107, lives in a small village in Marocco, and most of her life she walked barefoot. Feet massage seems to be good for health then. When he was a child he lived in Moscow, and now remembers only one word ‘dyevooshka’ meaning ‘a girl’ :) Very useful.
