If you were transported from this world to another almost identical. If you were transported from your life to your teenage self. If you had to restart your life again. Would you, or would you cling to your memories?
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Monday, 27 April 2015
Midsummer's eve, coffee is served
“What is that?” “That?” Ulf pointed at a bottle
with yellow liquid inside. Noriko nodded. “Punsch. Sweet liquor. It's a Swedish
speciality.” At least I'm not making a fool of myself this time.
Yeah, that party was awful, really awful. He grinned at the
memory. “You should wait for the coffee
though,” Christina added from the left. She
played around with the flower decorations on the table. Noriko nodded again and hesitantly
agreed to have a small amount poured into her glass. “We don't have
this at home,” she said. “Swedish speciality and all.” “Well, we don't have umeshu at
home neither,” Christina countered. “Japanese speciality and
all.” And with that she
another bottle on the table. The two women eyed each other as if
sizing each other up. Tall, blond beauty versus the Wakayama midget.
“I guess,” Noriko broke the silence first, “that it could serve
as this punsch of yours?” “Yes, it's definitely one of the
things I like with Japan,” Christina agreed, and the tension
between them vanished as if it had never been there. They laughed and
drunkenly high-fived each other. So it was all an act after all.
Ulf sighed in relief. “You bring to home what you take from home,”
he said in a rather lame attempt at making a joke. On
the other side of the table Ryu lit a cigarette and smiled. “Coffee
is served,” he announced. “Umeshu or Punsch? Take your pick from
home.” Flashing his more childish side he stuck his tongue out at
Ulf. “Last time it would have been illegal, but sorely needed.”