How we opened Tavern, or A few words about choosing
A short story about why Chișinău got one more beer storefront and how it differs from the rest. A friend of mine used to say: "Choice is when you have something to choose from and time to think." Usually you have neither. A man walks into a shop. Forty bottles stare back at him. Deer, anchors, gloomy monks on the labels. A queue behind him. He takes the same one as last time. That's how life goes by. We decided to fix this a little.