No sooner had the drinks arrived with cakes on the table, indeed, than he began to slit my dream.
“It has been more than half a year since you lost your job. What have you been doing? Taking more stupid pictures or cleaning someone’s toilet?”
“To make it clear, I didn’t lose my job. I quit!”
“What diff erence does it make whether you quit or you lost? You are not working. You are not fi nding a husband. You’re wasting your time.”
“I’m not wasting any time. I’m creating something.”
