Some time ago I visited my hometown. There is a custom in my culture, to greet travelers with food and drinks and so I have spent these days commuting between different tables. There was an oval table in my parents home, where endless discussions took place. There was a round table at my grandma’s, a prop from my childhood memories. One was in the African restaurant, where they serve surprisingly delicious sweet soup and a few were on 6th of August woonerf (have you ever heard of woonerf? It such an amazing way to develop the urban space <3) , wherein I learned a new approach to coffee making. There were many other tables than just these few. I can’t stress enough, how relaxing and refreshing time I had. So simple, isn’t it? A table, a drink and the dearest ones all around are all one need to be happy.