When I moved to Basel in 2004, my friend Marion Hufschmid who was born and raised there asked her Dad to look after me. Her Dad, Ferdie, is quite a traditional and modern man. I know that sounds contradictory but, trust me, that's the way he is!
One day, Ferdie walked by my apartment. He knew I was at work. He took a piece of paper from his pocket and thought of writing to ask how I was getting along. He wrote:
"This is Marion's Dad."
He stopped as he thought it better to come back another day when I would be home and he could see me personally.
He put the piece of paper back in his pocket.
And so his story goes that he was walking all over town that day with a note in his pocket to remind himself that:
"This is Marion's Dad."
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