Now I’ve been hanging out at the fringes of the Bremen literature scene for years and so I met a couple of people I knew either from the university or from other literary events or both.
But when suddenly someone tapped my back and said, “Hey, I thought it was you”, I got a little surprise, because it was a colleague from school.
“What are you doing here?”, I asked, “Did you come because of the posters?” You see, I unfailingly put up posters for English language cultural events on the main noticeboard and in the copier room at school, but this was the first time I’d actually seen a fellow teacher at one of those events.
My colleague shakes his head. “No, I’m pals with Ian [the poet] from way back when.”
Me: “Really? He was my English professor at university.”
After the reading, the poet comes over and sees us chatting. “Where do you two know each other from?”
“We both work at the same school.”
So yes, it’s really a small world.”