"I don't believe someone whose admirers list never runs out of personalities ranging from dedicated lovers to platonic devotees can ever know the real meaning of being alone" said Sahara, a female acquaintance from where I work who looked so in need of company and talking that I took her out for a cup of coffee at my favorite cafe around the corner. She was stating this sentence as we were seating ourselves in the balcony, covered with glass windows so as to form a secluded arbor against the cold weather. The waitress immediately pulled over a portable radiator near us and took our order with a warm smile. I knew that soon the owner of the cafe, Mrs. Rose, would appear to welcome me since she and her husband are very close friends of my father.