It was a coffee very strong.
It was my death. Nausea did not wait.
Gosh, I felt that!
What precious memories to reflect on for this prompt, heh?😁
That group photo is priceless.😍
Is that you in the arms of the guy in the black and white stripe shirt?
Hi, thanks for stopping by and reading my post.
Yes, he was a very talented friend, he died a few years ago. It was an extraordinary time: I met most of the friends I keep today, learned to drink coffee as a regular drink in literary gatherings and had my first beers. I was a vegetarian at that time and with two beers I was knocked out.
That photo was after a friend's birthday, shown below, on the right. That's the balcony of his house, the one with the best parties, with the best selection of music I ever knew.
Oh, my! I'm sorry you lost your friend.🤗
There are so many precious sentiments in one story.
This is amazing.😍🤗
I really feel that way. I feel that this part of my life with these people has been precious.❤️