I wanted to take it slow on that day and rest properly, but Amit apparently had different plans than me and woke me up by knocking on my door.
- Peter! Peter! We would like to talk to you, Peter!
- Go away! - I yelled while turning from one side to the other.
- I'm not going. Suck it up, and get out of the bed!
- Fuck off!
- No! Get out!
- Leave! Leave me alone! I want to sleep more.
- You will have plenty of rest when you are dead. Now move your ass. There are things to talk about.
I sighed and annoyed finally got out of my bed.
- I brought you food - said Amit when I opened the door.
He had a bowl of hot goulash in his hand, with a few slices of bread sticking out alongside a wooden spoon.
I took it and started shoving the food inside my mouth.
- There is plenty of time for you to eat it. There is no reason for such a rush - he said with a little grin on his face.
