I play with my heart at stake

and I live with the bitterness of losing

One of many reasons to love my mother:

When I call her and ask for fruit-money (I’m actually broke but I don’t want to admit it ‘cause she’ll think I’m totally irresponsible) and she gives me 200 crowns. That’s like a fortune these days, tomorrow I’ll go buy some cheese, yoghurt and maybe even meatballs!? I’ll survive until Tuesday (when I get my paycheck), but I still have to avoid the businspectors, can’t afford new buscard.