15. March 2021

“Mr. Yuan,” she said, “would you like to come over to my table and have a cigarette?” “I would be honoured to. Please have one of my cigarettes.” “No, thanks. I only smoke Craven A.” “Why Craven A?” “Because I love their gentle smell.” We walked to her table and sat down. “From now on I shall call you Craven A,” I said jokingly. “Be careful. Black cats are harbingers of bad luck.” She pointed at the little black cat depicted on the lid of my red cigarette case....