Canary Wharf, London, September 11th 2008.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.