“The morning shadows are long and the waterfront park is slowly filling with locals, chatting over Turkish coffee and beginning their day with the casual, comfortable chatter in a style that only years of hunching over a chessboard or backgammon board in mortal combat with close friends can bring.
“I am exhausted. It has been an impossibly long night of love making. Spring has brought out orgiastic behaviours. Multiple partners, and the unabashed screams born of lust drowns out the complaints until at last, there is nothing to do but collapse in exhaustion.
“The dogs of Sukhumi are having far more fun than I am.”
Max asked me what I was always writing in my notebook and I showed him this page. He frowned until the last sentence and then grinned wryly.
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