A night – somewhere, some time (Part Five)

“This is not America”, she yells at me, menacingly holding a tea cup in her right hand. “No”, i think “this is fucking Disneyland pretending to be paradise” and turn to leave. There’s a loud clash after I close the door behind me. What a pity – grandmother’s old tea cup is the least one to blame for this disaster.

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