Herr T-Com Kam

No more checking e-mails on a laptop just out of sight of Yorckschlößchen. No more camping all day on the sofa by the electrical socket. No more running up bills, one Milchkaffee after another, an Apfelschorle, a Jever, danke danke danke.

The doorbell rang. Unbelievably, it was der Mann. The man from Telecom. He came upstairs; he came into an apartment of unspeakable squalor; he went to the jack; he went to another jack; he went upstairs; he came back; he did something, I know not what. And now there is a telephone connection, and DSL connection. We shook hands, I speechless with gratitude.

This is what I should have done with my life, no question. Made people happy.