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Outside Nikolai’s Café Bar and Restaurant

                                                                                  I found her, or rather
                                                                                        she found me
                                                                                  outside Nikolais café
                                                                                    bar and restaurant ..
                                                                                It was, whatever it was,
                                                                                       depending on
                                                                               the time of day or year
                                                                                and what they had in ..
                                                                                      I was drinking
                                                                                   sun warmed beer,
                                                                              she was sipping a long
                                                                                  ice cold green tea ..
                                                                             It was near forty degrees
                                                                                       in the shade,
                                                                             but there was no shade ..
                                                                                    She came over
                                                                            and asked for a cigarette ..
                                                                                      I said I don’t,
                                                                           but thanks so very much
                                                                                      for asking ..
                                                                            I’m not sure I know you
                                                                                    from Adam
                                                                             though do I ma’am ..
                                                                         She just smiled back at me
                                                                                 and so I gave her
                                                                        what was left in the packet ..

 

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Marion

Brilliant write, brought to mind holiday encounters, chance meetings, I had a perfect experience of this with a German and an Albanion guy when in my beloved Sidari many years ago, but the warmth and comradery of 3 strangers sitting opposite a lemon grove, on a perfect summer night 
conversing in broken language in a strange land, outside a little dwelling selling beers from one fridge, is embedded with love in my memory. thankyou for bringing it to light with this write Nev X

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Neville

Thanks for checking in and sharing Marion, if my little scribble made you remember all that, then it was all worthwhile .. x

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