Khaware
There’s a house in my neighborhood that sells the coldest beers on earth. Just someone’s house - you walk in, sit down in their courtyard, and tell a child to get their parents, who then bring you the coldest beer on earth for one dollar. Last night these people organized a big party which Olivier didn’t want to go to, but too bad for him!
I had the best time. We drank one dollar beers and danced to every kind of music and laughed and I had a heart-to-heart with Clément and danced some more and then came home and made the most sandwiches and fell asleep on the floor in the livingroom while the boys laughed more.
Oh, how I needed a night of dancing and laughing!
