I was buying onions at a market stall in north London yesterday when a man next to me holding a pineapple said, 'I met you 16 years ago today on the terrace of the Hotel Nacional in Havana. I asked you if you minded my cigar smoke' 1/3
He said, 'I can date it so precisely as I was getting married the next day and was nervous which is why I was smoking the cigar. It is our wedding anniversary tomorrow and that is why I have bought a pineapple.' 2/3
I couldn't remember the meeting but I was at the Nacional that week. So I thought, what a great writer I could be if I could access all those layers of silt embalming all those hundreds of forgotten meetings. 3/3
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