I saw the owner today: he served us our food as the cafe was almost empty. One girl was cleaning the tables and chairs. The ohter one was making coffees. And he served us.

Its good to put a face to someone I heard about. The japanese girl seems pretty happy wiht him. He is from Romania, which I love. A poet whose masculinity I have enjoyed was Irving Layton, a canadian by adoption poet from Romania in the 60s I think.