The phone rings after the second sleep of the day, the cat having put an end to the main sleep of the night at six in the morning. Made coffee, made breakfast, back to bed.
The phone rings, a friend from nearly fifty years ago is on the line. He is in Landshut, he would like to meet up.
Do the washing up and a very little bit of cleaning and then go to the station on foot. It is half an hours walk. It is a hot day already. The friend recognises his colleague, he is surprised that there is no recognition in return. But then it does not matter, half a century will change everybody's appearance.
He presents a book of photographs from the eighties, they are pictures of Munich people. They capture the aura of the time well
We chat for an hour, he has to meet up with his employer at the station. We talk for an hour, much about common acquaintances at the photo school in Munich.
Return home with the book.
The cat is there, waiting for food.
Perhaps there will be more to write about this evening
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