The wall.

Yesterday's visit was typical for a saturday and also typical for the mood Frank sometimes can have. On my way in I met two leaving visitors who reported that Frank was a bit of a sleepyhead at the moment. When I entered Frank's room two other regular saturday afternoon visitors were talking to each other and Frank was watching 'Tripping the Rift', with his headset on.

I greeted Frank, no reply. I gave him his newspaper... no reply. Oh... such a day.

Sometimes it is difficult to get in contact with Frank. He is complaining about it from time to time. As if there is a wall that he needs to cross, he told me once. Certainly not the likes of Hadrian's wall, that we have crossed many times in "Britanica" and other games. And the one in Berlin is gone forever. (Except for a few tiny pieces for remembrance on Armistice Day) That white wall encapsulating Pink is not the kind that Frank is bothered with. Right so! And about Stonewall Jackson he can still tell me many lessons. But the stonewall defence is out of his scope. To name a few famous walls.

While discussing several things Frank pulls of his headset and ask "What was that? What are you talking about?" For a brief moment there was a hole in the wall. We talked about Braunfels (Report in Dutch by Frank, with photo's). Frank said that he was not going to it this year and that he was not happy about it. A perfect reason for Frank to be not so happy, he is for years one of the key speakers on the event and has "corrupted" me to go to it as well a long time ago.

Braunfels is comming week, a week long event. And I'm going to it. Traveling to it the seat next to me will be awkwardly empty this year. Makes me feel inward and disconnected.