Somewhere in between mouthfuls I look up. I look up and catch your eyes across the table. Mid-air, hovering wet. Break. Break. With a breath I pluck them both, scoop them up from somewhere above the water pitcher, and put them in my pocket safe. Blinking, we continue. – Punch…

Questions might start a dialogue. Before starting to tell something, I find the questions that ask me to tell something. But then I realize than it is not only about the question, and it might be more about who we are, and what we give. Hereby I would like to…