There was a large field of poppies not far from your house. Since childhood, you have loved to play next to him and admire the beautiful view. Periodically, you began to meet a certain guy who also admired the field and often read books, leaning against a tree.

Several such meetings took place, and you began to communicate a little. Neither of you have noticed how it has become a tradition to gather every Thursday at sunset at the poppy field and discuss everything that comes to mind.

Kurt: – How was your day? the guy asks you.