I’ve been a bartender for around eight years now. It is reaching the point of being a part of my identity – whether I like to admit it or not. And yesterday was a weird one: late at night I passed by the restaurant I work in; we raised a toast to a future unknown.
And today was a weird one, too: the city still teeming with life, but all the cafés, bars, restaurants – closed.
* Pictured (not in chronological order): Café Nordoy, Port Said, Sheleg, Cucina Hess 4.
