I've just come back from dinner with Chistian and les nanas. A
wonderful evening filled with food, drink, tears, laughter,
friendship. It's something that can't be compared. I feel more
at home there than anywhere else. Talk of everything under the
sun: emotions, sex, old memories, comparisons between cultures,
reminiscing, the future, I can't get it all on screen at this
point. It's just too much. I have to stop now and take it up
again when I'm more sober and better rested. It's the stuff
movies are made of. Good night.
A.C.
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