Espérer tout gagner en risquant de tout perdre.

ولی دیگه نشد بزنم از سر و تهش. تا اونجایی خوندیم که ایمان با کلی شرمندگی بخاطر دروغ گفتن به پسرکش. سرش و بوسید و گفت دوستش داره.

From Hamburg through the rainy November night. Red taillights glimmer against droplets of water regularly whisked away by the windshield wipers. Not much else is visible. Shapes materializing from the inky blackness only to be swallowed by it moments later. We were eating excellent phở. Only a couple hours earlier in this Vietnamese place, I think it was somewhere in the Altstadt. Dream, three days ago. Is this still on? .