I asked him about some Italian singers and about the Sanremo festival which I always loved to watch. He laugh and said: "It should be next week." I told him that I wish the Moncton International Airport would be covered with beautiful Italian ceramics. He should send his people to N.B. to sell them. At the end of our journey, at the gates of the Frankfurt airport we shook hands and I said: "Think of me when you're watching in Sanremo." "Be sure I will," he said hurrying to catch his plane to Bologna and me to Hanover.

When I came to my sister's place I called Petra to tell her that everything was fine and that I should fly more often in business class. She laughed saying: "Of course but there is a small thing to remember... the ticket is between three and ten thousand dollars. Well!!!