Emma, of course, had to show up when I was planning to go to Munich. Last Saturday I boarded the train towards the new home for the next six weeks only to get as far as one station. According to the crew another train had hit some trees that had been blown onto the tracks and the only (!) railway towards basically the rest of Germany had been closed down. After an hour wait we were hauled back to Passau and returned home, cold and wet.
The second try on Sunday went a lot smoother and was only remarkable for the conclusion that fifteen year old girls look a lot older than they are supposed to. How do you hold up a conversation with an attractive, smart and bright woman after she casually drops that she is only little more than half as old as you and legally not entitled to do the two pleasurable things that adolescence brings with it (Rock’n'Roll works at any age, at least if you live outside the United States of Prudery)?
So I am now housed in a walk-in rooming-toilet with shower curtain in the Olympiazentrum in spitting distance to the BMW facility where I am working with Marposs in testing the leak-tightness of a new generation of motors using pressurized Helium.
Work has so far been quite boring. But that is, I am told, about to change when production increases. We will see.