Monday, eight o’clock in the morning, and the day was already gone. Finished. That is what I said to The Mayor when we started our weekly meeting. Monday was there, yes, but in my head it was already running away from me. The week had begun, the work was waiting, the normal things were standing…
I remember that morning quite well, sitting there and talking with The Mayor. He had this question in his head—how to make work more fun—and I could already feel where this was going. I told him straight away, “Sometimes difficult… better we leave that topic.” We both laughed. But in general, yes… in general, it…
I remember when the message came in, it was one of those small moments that suddenly becomes something big. Theo called me — we know each other since 2004, and from the first day, it just clicked. You know, some people you meet and you need time. With him, no. Immediately, we were on the…
I sit there and I laugh a little already, because when I think about crazy co-workers, one face comes directly into my mind. There is no warm-up needed. His name was D, even today I am not completely sure, but I see him clearly. He was like a walking parrot. Brown shoes, green trousers, dark…
It is funny how some mornings feel wrong from the beginning. This one was like that. After Easter, the calendar says Tuesday, but inside me it still feels like Monday. I sit there with my coffee, still half in the rhythm of holiday, and I think… if nothing matters for a moment — no money,…
I remember Saturday very clearly because it was one of those days where everything comes together—fire, meat, friends, and this quiet feeling that life is actually very good if you don’t make it too complicated. I didn’t cook just one thing. No, no… I made a small festival. First, there was the tomahawk steak. Four…
It is Monday morning, and I sit there with my coffee, thinking how strange it is that something as simple as food can change everything between people. I always liked good food. Not just eating—no, the whole thing. The smell, the place, the people sitting together. For me, that is where business really starts. Not…
I remember this holiday like a film that never really stopped running. From the first moment, there was movement, noise, colour, food, people—always something happening, always something to watch, to taste, to laugh about. We landed in Gran Canaria, and already there you feel it—the air is different, softer, warmer, a little bit salty. It…
When people hear the word Grünkohlwanderung, they often think first about the food. Or maybe about the drinking. But for me it is much more than that. It is walking, it is eating, it is laughing, it is standing in cold wind with red ears and warm hands around a little glass hanging on a…
In the mornings, before anything else, there is coffee. Always coffee. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, I make it for my wife. It doesn’t matter if there is snow outside like a white wall in front of the house, or if the sun is already shining through the kitchen window. Coffee first. That…
