You shall have a fishy…
Friday, November 18th, 2005“Marius, can you get me some food while you’re out please? A pie? And some water? Thanksâ€
Two hours pass.
Marius walks in through the door.
“Your water is in the carâ€, he says, running past me into his office.
“What about my pie?â€, I ask hopefully.
“No pies left. But I got some raw fish.â€
“?â€
Convinced that he is joking I go out to the car. On the seat, next to my bottle of water, is a plastic tub of roll-mops.
