Don't cry over me

Yesterday, after the van was one, I accepted the invitation to dinner from my wonderful friend Dalia, who suspected, quite correctly, that I wouldn’t feel too well all alone in an empty house. On the way in the car, I listened to a CD with Tom Waits, that Anton had given me. He is a great fan of Tom Waits, and recently went to Prague just to listen to him during his Europe tour.

Anton often gives me his favourite music, and although I do not always like everything, there are quite a few modern groups and singers I have enjoyed and would have never discovered on my own. Tom Waits is one of them.

I don’t know whether Anton had made a deliberate choice, but one of the tracks was: “Don’t cry over me, I am going away, and I will come back on some lucky day”.