"So...this is goodbye then...Maybe we will see in the autumn?
"I don't know...you are off the whole august?"
"Yes, I am. I am going to Berlin"
"I have never been to Berlin. I have been to Frankfurt, though"
"Berlin is a good place to party"
Berlin, Berlin, I wish I could go to Berlin. I wish I could take the next train, buy some cans of beer and go to Berlin. I wish I could sleep in empty train stations, my rucksack underneath my head. I wish I could take white, green and yellow pills. I would dance on the streets of Berlin and go home with strangers. I would learn German songs to be sung only when drunk and I will pee at the back of a church...
"I can imagine...its pity though"
"How can it be a pity? I am off to Berlin, I am on leave, it's great!"
"No, no, I mean, it's a pity for me. That we will not be working together anymore...ofcourse its great for you...but for me, its not so great"
"Oh...well, we'll see in the autumn, okay?"
"I guess so"
"Good bye, Waffy, have a good summer, what's left of it, anyway"
"Good bye....wait...send me a post card from Berlin will you?"