Brown furniture aged by dust and sweat. Fans droning outside drown the car horns. Plastic crystals dangle from the shiny brass chandelier inside. Three people sitting in a dimly lit room. Two from the same country, the other a different continent and culture. Two the same age, one six years younger. Two eating a food from one culture now monopolized by another and delivered by a third, one not. One comment and borders smoothed by friendship are ascended as the three unite in their memories of a band…from a third country.