Random Scrap:
Byran would always start his work early in the morning and by the time he came I would now be most of the time working in the restaurant. I could count on four to five shifts a week. My favourite time with him when we would sit at the kitchen table. He would occasionally pull out a bottle of Grand Marinier. The pouring process was in itself a ritual. Byran would raise his finger for silence and we would listen to the 'popping' sound made by the drink leaving the bottle. "So what natural resources does Poland have?". He had a tendency of asking this question to anyone that visited the house. The answer did not matter as he would ask the same question in the future. We would talk about anything. If you had any worry Byran might have not the answer but you could always be sure that he would listen to it with full attention. The evening would usually end at the backyard where someday the middle in the ground would turn into the pool. We would sit in silence looking in the stars on a clear desert sky wondering what the future was going to bring.