Book: Architect of dreams

...- You know - suddenly said the stranger. - Some people think coffee is the drink of the devil. It seems that this brown liquid, which does not sleep, there is some secret. Your body, nature, God bid you to sleep and you drink coffee and with the devil while away his time...

... Sometimes the heart of Philippica ached from sadness when he saw how swollen ball of ice cream was chlipala on the pavement, and the blond girl burst into tears, for the first time in my life when faced with unbearable grief. Sometimes he was happy to look at strollers, which are pushed in front of a worried young mother. In the eyes of lying on perinki babies reflected the serene sky and knowledge of the world from which they recently emerged, and in which Filippiche was soon to return...