A story about Haruki Murakami
he was drunk and wearing a yellow t-shirt with the word ‘brazil’ across the front. it was after all during soccer world cup. he stopped at the bar, beside her and said something in finnish. she shook her head.
-what are you reading??
she showed him the cover.
-kafka on the beach by haruki murakami!!
his face was completely blank, obviously not a reader. she wanted him to go. he didn’t. she lit a cigarette, not giving him time to give her a light.
-what is it about??
he was swaying, smiling sheepishly. she sighed and looked him straight in the eyes.
-it’s about sex, death and fish falling from the sky!!
-among other things, she muttered, watching the brazilian finn walking back to his friends shaking his head. she continued reading.
