Long long time ago when I was young, the world was perfect, men were good and wine cheap, a perfect evening would be defined as sitting on the floor of my tiny 24.5m2 flat with A., drinking wine, eating smelly cheese, listening to the strange music and talking about life and values.
Now, when I am not that young anymore, the world seems less perfect, men seem to be more complicated and wine got more expensive (which is ok as the salary got much higher too ;-)), a perfect evening would be defined as sitting on the floor of somebody’s else place in the company of M. and L., drinking red wine, eating smelly cheese, listening to the strange music and not talking.
Different people, different places, different time, different cultures, the same feelings.
Carpe diem. Chwilo trwaj.