in which Joey and I were talking about the chance factor that lead to the quite weird name of this blog, manafonistas. He said, he sometimes dreamt of a more magical, sensual name, and so did I. Then the door bell rang, and the postman delivered a wooden box. We couldn’t open the box that looked a little damaged, because the dream ended when we saw the name written on it in old letters. We looked at each other, laughed out loud, and I woke up. The name was „Lonesome Fruit Company“.