"Coffee is a drug" the YouTube guru was saying with a confidence that got on my nerves.

" you don't say" I mumbled to myself. All it takes is for anyone to take a look at my sorry carcass first thing in the morning to recognize that coffee is a drug … and that I was an addict.

Yeah well I could do worse. I liked sweets and coffee… so what? A couple of inches around ones waist never hurt anyone. Well they hurt my jeans but I got these in various sizes to accommodate my chronic disrespect for healthy eating habits . Since Boyfriend jeans became a thing I was safe.

" one Americano please ! "

Amro laughed at my disheveled hair and hazy eyes … " Good morning to you too…by the way the chocolate croissants are fresh out of the oven…"

Damn him, he knew my weaknesses. I was going to be good today… i was going to save myself sugar and a couple of dollars. But my resolutions got swept away with the first whiff of warm butter and melted chocolate.

Oh what the hell …

" ok I ll take a chocolate croissant and an Americano then".

"how much is that ?What ??? why ???".

Yeah I forgot to say that I live in a country where every international crisis has an impact on the price of every commodity including toilet paper!

The country was famous for three things: great food, beautiful women and men, and corrupt politicians.

Being a patriot in a country where thugs breed thugs was tough ...alas I was one. a patriot not a thug! hopeless I know...

Something else I was too, a fortune teller/witch/ delusional artist. But that is not something I can easily talk about. That is something I still have to fully figure out.

Just like trying to understand why me, why does it all have to happen to me!