Yesterday morning, around eleven, my phone rang and a childhood friend wanted to know, what I was doing. Did I have time for a coffee? As I was on my desk in the office and he lives in Austria, I found this question odd. I haven’t seen him during the last 25 or so years. We got back in touch maybe one year ago via internet. Turns out, he was at an airport, I guess in Salzburg, at the time of the call, prepaired to hopp on a plane to Berlin to have that coffee, if I could spare the time to pick him up at Tegel by 12:30. Which was a touching offer. Too bad I couldn’t get away on such short notice. Not workwise, the day filled with meetings, and in no way without my license and car. And yes, I would have loved to have that coffee. Guess, I’ll have to wait a little longer still for that friend…
The Rolling Stones, Waiting on a friend
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