““Over the years Alois had learnt that most women wear their good humour boldly like a coloured cloth, all the while carrying their tears stored away like water in a pot on their heads. For days, weeks even, they walk steadily and not a drop will fall. Then one day there will be a stone on the path and the next thing you know the pot has broken at your feet and water has gone everywhere. Of course, then there were women who didn’t even bother putting the water up there in the first place. They simply threw it straight at you to save time.””
