Meeting Mister M.

The horeca is slowly building up and terraces have become twice as large in space. We have to keep distance. Somehow it feels better . I met M , who is the son of one of our elderly people. It is always interresting meeting him. He is like a walking encyclopedia.Once he start speaking he can t stop, but at least he has something usefull to tell. 1 hour easily passed and i had to go home preparing my meals.