Fri­day last week I went to a big party, the birth­day party of one of my broth­ers (Jan) and two good old friends of his (Michael and Mat­thias), who all just turned 30…

It was a great party in many terms. Nice (fin­ger) food ;-) Nice ladies, loads and loads of dan­cing (I was all sore the next day, and that rarely hap­pens), so thanks for organ­ising it, guys! Also, this was a great oppor­tun­ity to only see a lot of people from old times (you always know your broth­ers’ friends fairly well too, and I haven’t seen most of them for a good dec­ade!) and my fam­ily again.

As a sur­prise (even I didn’t know of it!) my dad drove all the way up from Stut­tgart (on the other end of Ger­many) and my other Brother (Daniel) was there too. I even­tu­ally man­aged to con­vince my broth­ers into a little photo with the three of us together, which I like a lot (and it’s the first of its kind in a about a dec­ade too!).

Why is 6 afraid of 7? Because 7 8 9!