A few months ago, I lost my watch. I forgot it in a hotel room, in the capital city, where I was a guest. I was sad when I found it out because it was a very dear gift from a very imoprtant group of persons who marked one part of my life.
But, life goes on, what is lost can not be returned. Right?
“Did you lose your hand watch?”, a waiter at the bar surprised me.
My friends made a couple of jokes, but he didn’t give up.
“Rounded, with a dedication…”
I wishpered completely confused: “Yes, I did.”
“I was waiting for you to show up so I could give it to you,” he said.
On my way home, I saw “Angel” written on two different places.
Whoever believes in miracles, witnesses miracles.
juice and vodka
in a same glass
all is rock’n’roll