In terms of food, Goethe isn't particular, aside from the gourmet dishes made by the Thainan cook during his childhood. He mostly gnawed on cold battlefield rations in the trenches. So, the luxury of food isn't a concern for Goethe. Whether it tastes good is Goethe's eternal pursuit — it's his greatest dream on the battlefield.
Of course, this dream has seldom materialized, given that the Thainan cook from his family grew old, and the new local cook only knows how to make sausage stuffed with various spices from Thainan, which she flamboyantly calls Sydney's classic red sausage.
Red your head, you foolish woman; your lordship has never eaten this so-called classic from my childhood!
As he complained and waited for food during the five-minute interval, Goethe noticed a new hourly news update on the big screen across the road.
The guy named Domingo appeared on the screen once again.
