Can you smell Venice? Can you hear the splashing of the sea? Are you feeling good? That's exactly how it should be.
A warm pancake in the palm of your hand, the soft scent of cinnamon, sugar drunk with butter. An ordinary weekday evening. I've never felt better.
I'll say: I'm carrying lice! Everyone knows that's what we've always called potato pancakes. And lice are the most. Anytime, any amount.
