a pawn, but as a result I had more space,
which I unfortunately didn't use very well,
because after some exchanges I got a
Bishop behind. Another pastis gave me
the lucidity to reach a draw by perpetual
check. The goatee was rather disappointed.
I offered him a drink, but he said no.
The carpentry course leader, who had
been watching, wanted to put back a
few pieces. I didn't want to analyze, but
maybe he wanted to play a game? No,
he was exhausted ... Have a drink then?
Yeah, he loved to drink a pastis. After
a while, the journalist in me, couldn't
hold back from asking: What does it pay
over here? Hundred francs per hour.
That much? Moreover, he wasn't a very
talkative type.
