Kopi Popi, Bandung
August 3, 2017
Theme: Einstein's Riddle
It's a nice evening. The man in the red house sits on a chair on his front porch, enjoying the view that the sunset offers him tonight.
The whispers of the wind chill him, so he introduces the warmth of his Pall Mall to his lips. His birds chirp a song of disapproval that he doesn't listen to. "Don't smoke," they say, "free us!" In vain is their effort, for the man doesn't even move his head to acknowledge what is being said from inside the cage.
It's just another night for him.
A shadow approaches from the right. His neighbor, the Dane. "Hey, Daniel," she walks toward him.
He smiles at her. "Good evening, Abby. What have you got there?"
She gives him the small blue bag she's been carrying. "A little something from my trip to your homeland," she says. "I know it's your favorite thing."
They nod as she says good bye. As soon as she disappears from his sight, he opens the gift he has just been given. The familiar smell annoys his nose. He sees what's inside.
It's tea.
He closes the bag immediately and glances at a glass full of milk sitting on the table just beside his chair.
He sighs, full with relief. No one has found out that he doesn't like tea yet. He isn't ready to be called The Fake Englishman yet again.
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