The reading in Cologne took place in the cellar of Hotel The New Yorker.
My godson and his mother were there to listen, but my godson was not really fascinated by my reading. He declared: "This is scarry," and left.
I’ll give this event the mark 7.
Mainly because we had to pass through the fitness room in order to reach the cellar.
For all people involved it’s a blessing that this reading tour is going to end on Sunday. After a few days it is getting unpleasant to hear your own voice, to listen to your own jokes, to be waiting for the miracle to come with your own book in your hand.