The things I don't know where else to put.
And so came the day of days, the bun or bus day, the day Philipp and I were to seize (before millennials made it a mass motto) and mark as the beginning of our world conquest. As a crisp red dawn broke on our red-letter day, we rose to perform ...
In the beginning was the word: We’d been talking a lot about taking the Trans-Siberian Railway – the pronoun here encompassing my good friend Michael, my little brother Philipp and, well, myself. We had pondered, planned, but we never did it. Until we did.