Tomorrow, 10 am, a bearded Mixdorf will knock on my round, green door.
I will say, "Go away, I do not want any well-wishers, or distant relations."
And he will reply "And how about very old friends?"
and...well, you get the picture.
Actually, I'll be meeting him at the airport. And though the Hilron house in a bit of disarray and maybe with hot water running in only one of four taps (with the one not being the shower), I will receive him and we will have an amazing joyride, nonetheless.
Full report down the line, no doubt.
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Shot a video of that joyride. Who is riding who?
Maybe not bearded, but certainly towering, and possibly likely to hit my head on a ceiling lamp.
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