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  1. I came to the bar opening, which I don’t usually do. I sit alone, drink my Coke, and observe people eating oysters and shouting at each other over the loud music. I feel comfortable, like a ghost no one knows. But maybe someone has heard my ghost name—something like Headless Widow or Crooked Bride.

  2. The memory is loud like her chattering teeth and neurotic sips of non - alcoholic beer. Suddenly, an untuned violin started to play in my head, stretching the bar tables and chairs all around us. “Drink water! Go outside!”

    The smell of freshly baked French fries and the waiter bringing my falafel sandwich caught my attention, but my hunger disappeared. There was something very bitter about seeing her tremble like that.

  3. My pots and my cups have seen no sun, no wind, no rain. They know only my soups and my teas. Routine sits in my soup and my tea. And sometimes drinking tea from the same cup feels warmer than meeting an old acquaintance.

  5. As I was sitting at the french cafe after very busy last few months I had. I felt the first cold breeze and I was thinking that these last November flowers I saw outside are probably feeling just as alone as this lady that sits right next to me. She looks very angry and she talks to herself all the time, but maybe she’s trying to talk to me, but the problem is that I don’t understand Russian.

  6. Dedicated to Troubadour Gourmand cafe in Riga – a place where one can feel like a human being.

    French cafe – a real place in the heart of Riga, loved by many. Visited daily by the regulars, students, artists, animals and all manner of odd creatures, all united by the cheap prices, tasty croissants and the relaxed atmosphere that permeates the place.

    The cafe was created by Bernard Larane, he is portrayed in the painting as the man who slips coming out of the cafe. A while back Bernard injured his leg, and spent a good amount of time with a brace, and yet he kept working all day long with a limp. I thought he was crazy, and was imagining scenarios how this could have happened, perhaps this is how.