Canary Wharf, London, September 11th 2008.
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On September 11th 2008 I caught a flight to London very early in the morning. I was planning to be in the city for three days. I got an early flight out and was there for a mere two days, most of it spent with friends in Canary Wharf.
I was on my way to Germany. I was due to become a godfather.
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But in London I met a few friends who work until 8 and apparently party until midnight. Why not, I suppose.
I continued to Berlin a day later, to attend a baptism.
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My best friends had twins and decided, probably because they were drunk with happiness, that I should be one of the godparents. Hence I met lots of old friends from Germany.
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To the left you can see Christoph, another godfather (they had enough children for everyone), to the right you can see Goetz; both are old friends from school. The fat guy in the middle is I.
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They made me hold an actual child. Her name is Viktoria Marie. Her twin brother’s name is Tom Constantin. May they both live long and prosper.
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On an unrelated note, I went to a bank and got myself 2000 dollars in cash. Why would I do that?
Come back for the next chapter of this amazing tale. It will take a surprising turn, I promise.