Christmas letter

Dear friends,

And yet again it is Christmas and another year has nearly passed. Even though the year didn't get off to a good start with the smell of cold tinned ravioli before breakfast, it has been a good year after all.

Right at the beginning I had visitors from the Kingdom, Mike and Mark, who liked the gala dinner at my parents so much (there were napkin rings in form of swans), that they exported the recipe for beef olives and baked German cheesecake. In all, this year has been very English with a two weeks holiday, during which I not only met the Brits, but also my American friend Kristine, who we lost to the Island. Followed a 20-hours trip, since we liked it, with all-night drinking (nine pints) and a mustard smeered jacket due to an after-party hotdog and the loss of motion control.

Summer had yet again been cancelled or came really late, but at least I recall two enjoyably lazy weeks at the swimming pool, where my bestest friend Ronald finally wore some decent swimming trunks. Considering the braking effect of a parachute, the old thing, I'm sure, lost the boys several places at the 12 hours swimmathon, where I eagerly counted lanes and distributed food until six in the morning.

The new year will bring about many new things. My thesis will be finished soon, I hope. My position is terminated in February, I fear. What comes then, I don't know. But life always goes on and I'm looking forward to it, whatever it will be. And ultimately I shall be 24 for the sixth time. But as a doctor (God, how grown-up!) I'm allowed to.

In this sense, I drink to the magnificence of things past and yet to come, I hope to meet you again very soon and give you a big kiss,

__ fr@nkieboy.de