Arpi died. Boba reported as usual around 14:45, when he leaves work a bit earlier and hops to the hospital to see how's it going, and the report was "not much change", but actually that they have upped the assisted breathing from 30% oxygen (or effort, dunno) to 50%. Around 18:00 he called to report the death. She had just come down from a smoke break and I was just up, with a fresh one in my mouth, when the phone rang. Hearing nothing much, I concluded that it was yet another of technical calls from him, probably about that meat that Arpi was salting and drying for us before he went to hospital. So when I dropped the cigarette butt into our double bottle (6l water bottle below with about half water in it, upside down coke bottle without bottom, as a funnel, above) and went down, I met her already going up the stairs. Just said "go back and pour". Then I knew.
We had a few more with Nina downstairs. Then she went to sleep and Nina and I had more.
24-I-2019 - 31-X-2025