He consumed his book like a hungry man eating a sandwich. Page after page, flick, flick, flick. Words fell and got stuck in his beard as he ate, but he didn’t let this slow his pace, he just brushed them aside and continued on. Twisting and turning in his seat in the corner of the Munich cafe his contortions unconfined by the strangers around him. He stopped twice. Once to order a coffee and once to eat an actual sandwich. He was my partner in crime as I twisted in turned in my own parallel universe. I missed him when he left. Gone, our epicentre of calm amongst the clinking chattering coffee shop was shattered. I found myself driven out by his replacements, an American woman and her partner. Words masked to me by the clinks, the story of the drivel she poured forth was told by the very bored look on her companions face. Time to consume elsewhere.
