On Friendship

You know who your real buddies are when you are foolishly trying to move a mattress that has the dimensions and weight of the Juan de Fuca plate by manpower only and are in desperate and immediate need of a motorized vehicle at 9:30 p.m.

Or when you are moving and more than fourteen helpful hand move the complete interior of a luxurious 3-room-apartment (and then some; I really need to start throwing things away)  on a hot July Saturday from one part of the town to the other in a whiff.

Or when you realize you can’t pay that luxurious rent and are invited to „just move in, why don’t you?“.

That’s when you know who your friends are. Thanks a lot, guys!