In November 2019 I am creating a Facebook group chat. I immediately apologize that it has to be on Facebook, but my close friends already know the reason: Lukas and his phone from the interwar period, which does not allow modern communication. And they all still have a Facebook profile, even if they have wanted to delete it for years. The “Glasgow 2020” group adorns a wonderful picture of Prince Charles in a tartan skirt. The picture should catch up with me. Everyone is given a stupid nickname, and one hectic message chases the other.
