Christmas LetterVery dear friends, Such a beautiful year, we haven’t had in a long time! Even though it started with a lot of work and I risked a relationship crisis with Olaf, because hardly awake I sat reading in my bathrobe over piles of books, writing my own. I even missed the tradition to send Chrissie the meanest card that I can possibly find for her birthday for the first time in twelve years. In return, however, the world has now a phonetics book, with which even the most retarded moron will understand the subject. As compensation, I had the chance to get to know an incredibly wild city: İstanbul. There is no way to describe it. It is hectic laidback, euriental, young and eternal. Impressions I will never forget: drinking tea onboard the steamers cruising the Bosporus, strolling down the magnificent İstiklal Caddesi at night, eating pistachio blancmange and syrup-soaked baklava at a confectioner in Sirkeci while lost in a novel and finally – taking a taxi, because the way, you have to know it yourself if you please and describe it to the driver. My dear, old London had no need to get jealous though: now that my parents are retired, they took me up on my twelve-year-old offer to show them the city. My father loved the beer and the pubs, my mother loved the croissants of the greasy spoon where we had breakfast and both loved Wagamama. The first holiday with my parents since my puberty, but it was a great experience. |
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Magnificent events, there were three more, as the world got richer by three little boys and girls in Innsbruck, Jena und Berlin. I was already allowed to photograph the little rascals in 3D. After all, we do not want the brats to believe the earth was a flat disk. Speaking of babies, the birthday of the fourth is scheduled for the 25th only, but I already attached it to the wall: a 3D TV, which I truly love. I was also able to preserve the other loves of my life: linguistics, since my position at the University of Erfurt has been made permanent; my Godson Konstantin, who we beautifully sent to school in September, and my man Olaf, with whom I will let the year gently come to its end in style in Vienna (mobile +44 7924 350570). This only leaves me to wish you some nice final weeks of the year and a perfect start into the New Year. And most of all, do not forget to be happy! — ^ — |
Yours, F r a n k
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