I woke up wishing that I was sitting in the art nouveau cafe I found 16 years ago in Prague. With the white linen. And quite absurd lamps. And watching the people with their beautiful cheekbones sitting emotionless in the tramcars coughing past my window. While I sipped my coffee. And glanced at the waitress’s ankles which were carved by the finest tools available to her creator. Instead, I woke up in Stanford, South Africa. Oh, the Unbearable Heaviness Of Being so far away. But I do believe I was the only one to see this sunrise. This way. Through raindrops on glass. Until now.