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       As a world-experienced: and hardened by many failures:  an android pilot-chef  - I can
tell you with firm conviction in my proud voice:  that few things in the universe can compare
to the moment: you flip the pan and carefully reveal a beautiful vanilla bundt cake.
       And yes - when you cover that golden mountain range:      from whose chubby valleys is
wafting fragrant hot smoke: with sweet white powdery snow    - your soul soars up to the very
constellations.

       The girls arrived on time.
       They appeared  at the door  like four noble Amazons:  one of them a little gloomy  and
with only one earring: but after inhaling the flavorful atmosphere:  even her eyes shone with
tiny sparkles.
       "Can you feel it Andrea?" :Alia asked and hugged me: "..home."
       "Hello Filip:" Lena waved to me and sat down in her favorite spot in the corner.
       "This is Blanca:" continued Alia chatteringly:   "known and loved among friends by the
nickname Whisper.. and this is Andrea: whose natural and highly superior aristocracy does not
allow anyone to call her by other names."
       "Nice to meet you ladies:" I said with a polite bow: "you are welcome at the table." 
       I handed out plates and cups: cut pastries: poured coffee and tea  - and listened with
pleasure to Alia's joyful ringing: complemented by Lena's pragmatic reflections  and Blanca's
giggling rustling.
       Sweets and childhood:  and Earth and war: and skin and hair:  and Hydron and mist were
talked about - ambiguous smiles crossed the room several times: and several times the conver-
sation fell silent after an unanswered question.
       In the end: after all the tasty morsels had been eaten  and all opportunities to spon-
taneously slip into the debate had been missed: Alia said with a sigh: "Thank you: Filip: for
your luxurious hospitality - we will definitely come here again sometime.. to be silent deso-
lately."

       "No Alia: you don't understand:" Andrea said in a clear and cold voice:  "she was you.
I combed your hair: washed your face and held your hand as you died.  They blindfolded us and
tied us to a tree: I heard them parting around.   "Any last words?" :asked the Admiral.   "We
will fight:" Mastern said and shots rang out.   I felt her touch slackened.  I don't know how
long it took.  Hours.   She was already completely cold: when that devil came to me and said:
"you are very lucky Doctor."