I was at Güerrin at five o’clock today having pizza (yes, I’m that kind of girl) when something happened.
For a few seconds, over the noise of the restaurant, came the slow, deep voice of a cello. It must have been the first time a cello sounded at Güerrin, for all of a sudden everything paused. The noise, the waiters, even the clients stopped eating and stared into the direction of the music, wondering about the fantastic, although welcomed, event.
I don’t know why, but the music stopped shorlty after, just as unexpectedly as it had started. And everything went back to normal, as if the cello song had never happened.
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