(11/14/22)
In the beginning they said it's better to be home for all the covid's will and so on (I believe it is his personal wish to stay as far away of us as possible; as since he is a philosopher), so and it had to happen and came in no other way, that for the Fred Firestone, I had to decorate the pianist on my computer (which I did! - even with a little sweater and all) and from then I had nothing else to do than hiding my smile, because look at him, I was telling myself when looking at him, and so this entertained me much. I am writing this down, because I had finally the pleasure to meet Mr. Firebrick (because he surely explodes it all) in the hallway, and I need to say: he is way more slim and smooth than I had expected from the tiny computer screen. I do not say hello, because then I think I would need to say something in his language, or at least his name or something, and so I pass and out of respect I look to the floor, because otherwise I might ask him about the philosophy. Side note on that extend: it seemingly is a pity to not understand the guy, as of his wall image that he draws every hour we speak to him, or he to us, on the plate that is hanged behind him; by now I do not know how this is called. (from German)