Isa Melsheimer was back from Rome, Bobby Roth was back from New York, Sam Chermayeff and Johanna Meyer-Grohbrügge were back from Machu Picchu, I was back from the Uckermark, so we all met on the roof terrace of the Arno Brandlhuber house on Brunnenstraße, the one that looks like the future is actually the past, you just don*t remember. Jeanne Tremsal was there, lovely as always, telling us about her new-found fame as a columnist for the German edition of Interview Magazine, there was a sweet sort of champagne from the Mosel, I think, were Isa grew up, there were black olives and talk of love and betrayal, talk of change and chances, talk of what will happen in the fall. This late summer is the time of things unknown, so it was good to see Sam again and his girlfriend Johanna who went to Peru without telling anyone. She took summer dresses, he too his famous white shirts, they almost froze to something and finally made it to the top where they found one of the biggest riddles of humankind, one that does not cease to inspire hippie after not so hippie generation of spiritually inclined people who don*t like spirituality: This is Sam e.g. Bobby brought along Stefano who did the great slow food documentary that was a huge success at the Berlinale and at the Telluride festival, see Bobby’s blog, he was the guy who managed to open the last bottle of champagne and he will write a blog starting tomorrow. What Jeanne talked about was the question of decision-making. I said it was a post-decisionist age. She said that she would find a job as a decision maker. You could book her for 1000 Euros per decision. No prior discussion needed. It would be called Heidegger Enterprises. It would be the opposite of a mediator. It would be the end of an age. Then it started to rain, only the tiniest bit, not really enough to get us off the roof-top. Too bad that Arno did not show up.