I've loved the Ampelmännchen ever since I learnt that it existed only in the communist side of Berlin and after the reunification they were going to disappear it in order to make a more elegant stylized design as the poor Ampelman was rather fat and old fashioned with that hat, but the Berlineses fought to keep it, campaigning and selling merchandise. The inhabitants of the soviet side said that it was the only happy thing in a grey city.
So anyway, I didn't get to Berlin in time to see my friend Claudia's exhibition, but never mind, a rollo and a bier later all was fine.
Oh, and on the KLM flight back from Amsterdam to London a lady asked me to switch places because she wanted to be in my seat next to her friends and so it happens that her seat was in business class where the handsome flight attendant who spoke Spanish called by my name, offered food and champagne with a smile.
Karma, isn't it?