The café [almost] always plays good music. Right now is an old song, I used to listen to for years, of a tape named old songs IV, which my mom got when I was three or four just before every good thing vanished because of the revolution. Even then it was considered as an old songs selection, some songs not much newer than the WWII.
We never got bored of that tape, and for a while it was the only thing playing in our house.

listening to "hey paul! I've been waiting for you..." and the last thing I could think of, was the contents of the chemistry book in front of me. Sitting there, in my cozy corner I found myself fighting to keep my tears were they were originating.. AAAh…then, I was again on my blue three-wheeler, going with my mom to that store where the man was selling the last drops of a soon-being-burnt heaven.