Zoller's

It had been fifteen years since I last saw Christoph. I had no idea what to expect or what he would look like or who he was married to or... Standing outside of the Landeck train station the sun was setting behind the Tirolian peaks, little Peugeots and VWs were zipping by on the Autobahn, cigarettes were smoked like a national sport and two twin girls no older than 4 said "Danka" on their way out of a gift shop with their mother. Every car that pulled in could have been him. Then a guy stepped out and waved his hand and in the two seconds it took my brain to register everything I could remember about him, I knew it. I hoped! With an awkward hand shake and part hug we were reunited as if we were two brothers split at birth. Jennifer followed right behind.