Import Export

I was walking down the street. A older man in a suit approached me. Walking beside me, on the left, he introduced himself. He explained how he had once been a poor farmer, but now he was into the import export business. He invited me to a coffee shop. I accepted.

We went up a narrow stair to a first floor cage. If was nicely appointed in a western style and dimly lit. We passed a table of three scantily frillily dressed girls. Otherwise it was empty.

The man bought me a tiny cake and a small coffee. We talked. I have no recollection as to what we talked about. When I finished there was a layer of white stuff in he bottom of my cup. I was concerned as to what it might be. The man said goodbye and we left.

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