The coffee here is disgusting. Still, this is a country of tea traditions. The usual drink here is turned into an utter abomination, mixed with heavy cream, liquor and ... brrrr. How can you drink it? How can you enjoy it? I put down the cup with the cooled thick, diluted water and turned to the window.

Mist thickened behind the glass. In the waving haze, the silhouettes of passers-by moved, sometimes emerging and again plunging into the milky river. I liked this city with unexpected rains and bright sun reflected in the stones of washed streets. Here you could meet an artist with a notebook, standing in the way...