moers sessions! #3
She took the wooden pliers and grabbed one of the self-pickled cucumbers out of the jar. You liked them fifty years ago.
The cucumber was there every time I returned to the city.
How can you stand it over there? she asked me.
Well, there are festivals there too.
She had only been waiting for that. Because then, and this was part of our ritual, she said: Yes, but are there also sessions there?
No, at least no good ones.
Well you see.