From Beethoven's balcony

"When he arrived with the coffee, Faraj was holding her hand, feeling it, reading her fortunes, while the blows of fate to Beethoven grew louder. She drank her coffee from a simple pottery cup. She looked at him a lot, perhaps internally criticizing the simplicity of the place, which was devoid of luxury. There was only the painting that he could not resist, a small marble statue of Aphrodite. Oth...