Cafe Oliver

Yes, sometimes I find myself stranded somewhere that isn't a city, but couldn't really be called a village either. Like, for instance, last week where I was suddenly in the small Danish town of Næstved (these things always come as a surprise), where I was eating Mexican burgers (has nothing to do with Mexico, as previously stated in former posts, but what the hell) and sipping ice-cold water while looking at the strange people outside who live there. This time, though, I kind of got it. Næstved is alright. A city it is not, but is you were forced to live anywhere else, it'd be alright.

Cafe Oliver
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