café

Climb the stairs to the side entrance of the IAS.
The Institute for Advanced Studies, the building with the cafe in its elevated first floor, the place to go for the good cup of coffee.
The man is there, serving, there is an obligation to wear masks, there are stripes on the floor marking the two meter distance apart. He has prepared for business.

There are two customers there, now there is a third.
He no longer has the email adress, he says.
He does actually, but he has forgotten the name. So write an email on the small phone, and he responds with the full name. It was on his 'phone all along.
Machines do not forget,

Drink a cup of coffee, out on the patio, a big place with well spaced chairs and tables.

Thanks to the virus,  a positive expereience in all the evil.


The man comes over, expresses his wishes, and says that he will put them into the mail.

It is a lovely sunny day.
But the coffee has grown old during the time that the place was closed.