Late now, it is eleven in the evening. It is Friday, and the pub was full. It was a pleasant evening, chatting to an old friend from a town about thirty kilometres away. He had had business in a Landshut, and now just wanted to chat.
Spent the whole evening just chatting, and talking about his work. The man converts kitchens and bathrooms for those with special needs, for people who have been maimed. It is nice to listen to him talk. Of course he wants pictures, and prices, as always, are not mentioned.
The pub is bright and lively, there is a pleasant atmosphere in there tonight.
The day had been spent walking, taking the long way around the park and then pausing in front of the collectors house. This man is the collector of cameras, a man with a great knowledge of this special and most expensive cameras. Give him one of the booklets that are in the pocket of the coat. These are booklets that had been made to illustrate an exhibition, now two years ago.
Walk down to the car park with him, he has a new bus.
On the way back home meet the authors, they are in good humour and past animosities are forgotten.
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