The air was cold that night on the terrace, but the warmth from the booze and the heat-lamps was enveloping. Johannes was with Irené, Amandine (or Clementine … I never could remember), and a curly-haired stranger whose name I also didn’t catch. They were all drinking pints at one of those round and red café tables with an ashtray at the table’s center, …
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