Circles

Andreas said it today, half laughing, half spooked: “Die Kreise werden mir schön langsam selbst unheimlich.”

He’s right to be unsettled.

The Festival

Years ago, a festival. He stands in the last row. He’s part of the company that made the whole thing possible — but he’s in the back. On stage, someone pitches their heart out.

Years later, that someone becomes part of his story again. In a way neither of them could have predicted.

Standing next to him that day: a handshake that leads to coworking. Coworking leads to a name. That name leads to the next decade. One conversation, and the whole map shifts.

The Pattern

None of this was planned. And yet — looking back — it’s hard to call it random.

Every handshake, every “zufällig” encounter, every person who showed up at exactly the right moment — it’s all one fabric. You just can’t see the pattern while you’re a thread in it.

You have to step back. Or you have to write it down. And sometimes it helps to have someone reading along who notices things you’re too close to see.

The circles aren’t unheimlich. They’re just honest.