i flew to manchester. i grabbed a cab, the driver was telling me about his life in rural england. i met paul, did and interview, wrote it and we drove to manchester. i took the wrong train back, ended five miles off where the middle of nowhere starts. i found a nice person to tell me which train to take and went back through manchester. i watched the game and missed the player’s lounge. i went back had dinner with paul and the others and forgot about time. i went into a frenzy, bribed the girl at the hotel desk next to the restaurant to let me into an empty room with wifi-access. i barely made it the deadline. i read knallzart. i flew back waited five hours in franqkfurt again and wished i had more time too. for astrid, for our dreams and my life. oh yeah: thanks to the bus dirver who – in the middle of the night and against all rules, dropped me right in front of my hotel. there is good people everywhere.
i believe.