Shopping on the bottom of the Sea – Lebanon
He sat down at the other side of the table. With expectant eyes and a big smile. Just before I had spoken with his friend and business cards were exchanged. Now I could talk to the other companion of Greenocratic in Lebanon.
We sat at a large wooden table. Our benches were wobbling back and forth, searching for a balance of ten people who had planted on their buttom. In front of us Estonian delicacy was spread out on the table. Bread, pastry, fruit, and soon we were on the cake. The man and I were happy.








