...On a rainy April evening, there was a knock at my door. There was a wet fish standing in a puddle of rainwater and looking up at me sadly...I let it in, sat it down by the stove and put a plate of shrimp and a can of beer in front of it. I made her a warm sweater while she hungrily munched on the prawns and sipped from a can of "Beck's". That's how we met. It turned out that her name is Motya and she has a very respectable age, almost 7 years old. Because of this, I now refer to her as Aunt Motya. When it starts to rain, I know that Aunt Motya will come soon for a beer with shrimp…