This sunny day I'm drinking yoghurt diluted with hot water* out of a mug I gave a friend of mine when saying 'good-bye' to her a few months earlier, and I feel happy that we did meet again. I also notice the inscription on it and experience one of those moments, no doubt unique to post-original-sin and pre-paradise/hell humans, in which tears want to mix with laughter and one doesn't know which should come on top, because of another peculiar insight into our species: first the mug reassures 'We'll meet again some sunny day' and then, on its bottom, it adds 'Bomber Command Memorial & Maintenance Appeal'.
Dresden, some time after February 13-15, 1945
(They certainly hope not to meet the Bomber Command again)
*an insignificant detail added to make the story not only gripping, which I bet it already is, but also more colourful.
