There is a fair amount of stress in doing what we do – mostly related to the uncertainties which define any new situation where formulae tested in other places do not quite apply. But we can't complain: this way our existence is never short of starting points – the instances from which to look ahead, the moments when one feels most fully alive.
And this is how it begins at the beginning
(with the end written into it): Till Harter
arrives to check a new location – already carrying a disco ball. What is there for him to probe in the void? In our paradigm of action, practically any room-shaped emptiness will do just fine. Basically, Till comes looking where to hang his legendary disco ball. He gives it a spin and dials to convince us he has found "the best of all possible worlds". We take his word for it. If it ever comes to printing business cards, Till should have Prof. Pangloss as his title – for the amount of optimism he emits into the atmosphere.
While we are packing, he has a few days to explore the local scene scouting for talent to engage in our program and schmoozing everyone he bumps into about the mission. "Not everyone, only nice
people!" – Till would correct me on this. Ride on