In the summer of 2005 I met Veronika on a plane from Zurich to New York. Somewhere over the United Kingdom she spilled orange juice on my pants.
We shared a cab to Manhattan.
In the fall of 2005 I visited her twice in Lucerne. She urged me to send one of my books in German to her mother.
Veronika’s mother sent me a lovely thank you note.
In December 2005 Veronika started a love affair with her boss.
This morning I thought of Veronika on the train to Les Rochers-de-Naye.