My last dinner at the pilots' house. Cognac in the middle, chips to the left, fried duck to the right, and some kind of raw fish at the bottom. I was tricked into trying the fish's sperm sack. Later I tried the regular, raw fish meat but I didn't really like that either. The fish's head is there, if you can see it, and it kept staring at me with its empty eye socket. Vika noticed my discomfort and threw the head away.
