For thirty-five years, my husband shared with me the same drink every night. Years later, I took the bottle barraka chfara to analyze and the result left

A few weeks later, I left the glass aside again.

The next morning, Victor looked at me and asked:

You didn’t finish your glass yesterday.

How do you know?

He smiled.

“We’ve been sitting together for thirty-five years at this hour.

That response further increased my curiosity.

Since then I began to think frequently about the history of that bottle.

Until our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary arrived.

Victor released an old photo album.