Trafika Europe 2 - Polish Nocturne

bought them some time ago, before he was working on the foreign contract. An opportunity had come along when someone lost at cards and didn’t have anything else to pay with. No, he didn’t play cards, not him. He’d bought them off the guy that lost. He’d figured they might come in handy. And they had. He’d forgotten about them, it was only when he saw her in the cafeteria that he remembered he had them. It was like those rings had chosen her to be his wife. Though they wouldn’t be able to wear them for the moment. After the wedding they’d take them off and he’d keep them safe. Once his contract was over they could put them back on. Maybe they’d go away somewhere. Maybe abroad. He’d try and pull some strings in the foreign company whose machinery they were installing. Who wouldn’t have swallowed it all, you tell me. Common sense might have made her suspicious. But common sense always loses out to life. She was working in a cafeteria, and bam. Soup, main course, bam. Anyone who wanted could grab hold of her braid, but he lifted it on his outspread palm and weighed it to see if it was maybe made of gold. Common sense tells you to be wary of any love, because you never know where it might lead you. Common sense tells you you should be wary of yourself. But it isn’t people that create common sense for themselves. And what is common sense anyway? You tell me that. And I’ll tell you back that no one could survive in life by just following

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