finally, now, it is time to give up. The mysteries of the internet will not permit the transfer of a large file over the fifty kilometres to the university. The son explains something about asymmetrical protocols. As a private person the symmetry is facing the wrong way. It takes day to transfer the data. Copy the data onto a portable data stick and resolve to take the car to the institutes. The round trip will take two hours. Going on foot would take twenty-four. The online data stream took longer, counting all the failures.
In Garching, at the institutes, visit the café. The owner and his wife are there, quite depressed. They are not making money.
The institutes are deserted, there are hardly any people. It is a Friday, the day between a holiday and the weekend. Most people have taken the day off.
Have a cup of coffee and chat. Because there are no other visitors, it is possible to talk out of doors, mind the distancing. It is good to be able to talk to a stranger without a mask.
Finish the coffee, say goodbye, and return home. The matter of the data transfer has been dealt with now.
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