It is dark. At least, it seems to be totally dark. If you orientate it a bit, you may see some light through it. I am now putting my table candle behind it. Yes, you can see a tender light if you consider the perspective. As I sip it slowly, I enjoy that is not sweet −I do not like sweet flavors, in fact, I hate sweet flavors. It is bitter, but not that bitter that you can’t taste it anymore. I can feel the malted barley, the preserving hop and the strong coffee flavor. I remembered the orgy. I remembered the closed container almost exploding and the foam expulsed through the valve as result of the sugary liquid and the yeast’s anaerobic respiration. The espresso coffee stout may be part of your memories, memories placed in perspective through a candle light and a bitter flavor.  

Nan, the pleasure writing activity

I emailed the paragraph. So far, I do not think I will receive an answer. I think the situation seems surrealist to my friend (I did not explain I wrote as part of this course).  It will be fun to see what he says in our next telephone conversation.

I met Ricardo in different vocational transitional times and at the beginning of different learning process. With Ricardo, we started a trip together as Human Right Watchers. I still do not get many things of the personal journey that started in that trip, but as time passes I feel gratitude for Ricardo’s presence, for his hope and trust in ideals, for his relationships and for his dreams.