02.08. I remember the date because I remember noticing that guy’s intention to ask, What day is it again? without saying a word, just perceiving it from my peripheral vision. That’s how unwelcome his sudden presence in the room, sitting right across me, was – at least it wouldn’t last long – but anyway, who let him in? When he finally decided to disturb me, and he did, all I did, besides getting annoyed, was a brief detour from my own world (filled with genuine problems, as we shall see) barely acknowledging him: 2 August.

[ three years later, they got married. ]