Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

“Good appetite, friends!”

The personages lift their heads and wave, smiling. Mama runs suspiciously into the bathroom: “Who were you talking to?”

Jacob doesn’t answer.

“Ah-ah, these are again in your mind! Oh you! Naughty, why don’t you go away, let the boy eat!” Mama waves her fists very close to the long, pointed nose of Mephistopheles. Desert, having smoked a pipe of tar, replies, “Most respected, first, check and see if the coffee hasn’t boiled over!” And mama, waving the towel, dashes off to the kitchen.

“Thanks, friends! I can depend on you. But now, wait, I’ll eat quickly and then come back! All right?”

The personages wave. And Jacob flutters off to the snotty guests.

“Wait, Jakey! First russell and only then, torte.” Mama waves a wooden spoon.

“Oh you eternity!”

“What? What?” mama asks.

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