“You are the sense of my life!”

We were walking in dark neighborhood of one -U3 underground stations.

Tears filled my eyes and then fell upon cheeks mixing with drops of rain.

I already knew what was all about.

Then we said good-buy and he went home, to scheduled routine of

his married stable life with regular work, regular income, regular vocations and regular sex once per week in darkness of habitual matrimonial bedroom.

I went back to my small Vienna flat.

All kitchen shelves there were empty like during great famine in old Russia”

Maybe you forgot to mention, that you came just out of chinese restaurant, where you had Peking duck.