Brothers on the horizon

Tomorrow I have a job interview, with an Italian restaurant that does not yet exist. The woman on the phone sounded French, and was very direct and demanding. So far Ive managed not to let her down. I am meeting her tomorrow at 3 at Le Louvre. The cafe, not the museum. Hearing French here is comforting, even though I dont really know it at all. Its at least more familiar.

Im off to see The Brothers Karamazov in Czech. The play, not the book. This could be the most miserable experience of my life. It will probably inspire me to turn inward and do a lot of thinking at least.