Cividale del Friuli, Italy
Just Like Kathmandu
Chapati, Naan with butter or garlic, chicken Tikkas, rice prepared in many different ways and with any kind of sauce or spice: nothing's missing on our table.
My colleague tells me there is a similar restaurant in Vienna, and by similar he means a restaurant on a turntable from which you can admire the whole city.
"Really?" I listlessly say leaning back on my chair.
"Yes, of course," he answers.
Listening to him I recall the bevy of waiters, cooks, dishwashers and many others who approached our table to get the tip here in New Delhi. I recall the Indian businessman and his bodyguard with a submachine gun in the elevator. I think back to the city and all the poverty we encountered on our way to the restaurant.
"Amazing," I say.
Then he also relaxes and with a lost look on the thirty-third floor's night he says: "This is just like Kathmandu in Nepal. I never liked these Asian megalopolises."
my fingers sink
in a memory