1993. gada rudenī pa šo ielu ar velosipēdu
brauca pensionāre, kurai uz bagāžnieka
bija grozs ar sēnēm, un domāja: “Vārīt zupu
vai apcept ar sviestu un sīpoliem? Vārīt zupu
vai apcept ar sviestu un sīpoliem?... Izlemts –
pusi izvārīšu, pusi apcepšu. Kompromisus tomēr
ir jāmāk atrast.”
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In the autumn of 1993, a retired woman
rode her bicycle down this street with a basket
of mushrooms on her bike rack and thought:
"Soup, or fried with butter and onions? Soup,
or fried with butter and onions?... I know! –
soup with half and the other half fried. After all,
you have to be able to compromise."