Sitting in large square listening to cathedral bells play "Candle in the Wind" next to me an intently bent old lady works feverishly at a sheaf of papers covered with strange symbols. Once completed each sheet is folded in half and placed in front of her.
Our waiter looks like Bela Lugosi.
A group of teenagers opposite poke fun at her age and concentration. They line up cigarettes to be smoked later.
Across the square is a photgraph of a missing woman.
-- posted abroad