I have an appointment with the city poet. When I enter the restaurant he is already in an animated conversation with a lady at an adjacent table. She had tapped him and asked if he wasn’t the city poet. To me: “And what are you doing?” I reply: “I am playing the mayor here.” The lady: “I have again. Recently I ran into a reddish man and I tell him that he looks so familiar to me. To which he replies that it was not entirely ruled out. It turned out to be the king.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of February 25, 2023
