WG LIFE
17 mai 2015
It was 5h45 pm sharp. I’d better get ready. I could hear Orga fumbling in the kitchen probably preparing cups for the usual chai tea ceremony bullshit, if you’ll excuse my French. She had brought back this weird powder from her last trip to India, which she mixed with a strange organic soy milk that she bought at a Bio Laden nearby, and the result was an overly sweet, nauseating…