“Future or reality?” Or “Welcome to Dusseldorf”
Thursday morning, 7.00, airport. I was waiting for the plane with a total confidence that I have a plan. Or, well, something like a plan. And few hours later we were standing near the entrance to the fair – my confidence was crushed, although there was a little hope that I still do have a plan. But then we went inside… … And at some point I found myself walking…