by Natasa Kramberger
Paola says, we should make a goodbye party. A goodbye party in my beautiful apartment, 10th floor with a view on the Danube, beer, wine, goodbye cake. Tomorrow, or the day after.
Well, I say, give me some time. I have to think about it. I really have to think about it. The beer, the wine and all these things.
But there is no time to think, says Paola. You are leaving.
Leaving?, I say. You must be kidding. I've just arrived.
