An hour passes. We drink coffee and tea, and my brother even eats a bit of fruit. I check my watch. Yes, it’s been an hour.
I don’t have the courage to even look at her.
I turn my head and I get the feeling everyone is watching me.
I don’t give a s**t! I have to look at her!
I’m shocked when she looks right into my eyes. She doesn’t move at all. Doesn’t smile, doesn’t write, perhaps she doesn’t even breathe. My heart skips a beat. Hakim has noticed us already.
She blushes slightly. Her nails are still red, and she is still wearing those lousy pearl studs but they are hardly visible under the scarf. I can see her freckles even from here and I can smell her perfume. It’s strange. Her scent reminds me of the damn Hungarian monuments. I find myself in the middle of that square while she l
