Fell asleep thinking of big topics: Taliban vs. Isis, refuge crisis, urban villages of China, Gypsy ghettos in Europe… Woke up today feeling depressed and angry. I go downstairs to the kitchen and make coffee. While sipping it on the couch I see this couple fighting. They look late 40’s but they’re actually 35. “Pass me the matches” “You have them” “No, YOU have them. I gave them to you last night. You were drunk!” “I only had a shot of rakia”. “Four shots!”. Everything seems to be fine after one pack and ten cups of Turkish coffee. I put some music on and think to leave the big topics for the “real artists”.