Back in Munich, back in Splendid-Dollmann.
Tonight I had supper with a friend. He said: "You eat humans. You meet them, you eat them and you puke them out. That's your art. When I understood this I could forgive you and I was willing to have you over for a light meal. You meet so many humans, you don't have time for the individual."
Then he offered me a meatball.