small world

After some hours of a hitchhiking warm up I arrive in a beautiful café. I order a beer, ask for the wifi-password and get a deep look from the table besides.

“Campusradio”? is his question.

Yep. We worked together in our university times, about four years ago. We don´t know each other´s name but we remember how to drink beer together.

And we live in a small world.

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