I have your last letter to me in front of me. with my tears. I sent you my new book to Weggis at your request. You wrote to me afterwards: "Your personal and original dedication made me particularly happy. After the holidays I will take a look at your book. And then you will hear from me again with a 'critical review'. I wish you the best of health, all the best and look forward to seeing you again, your Kurt." It never happened.
On Easter Saturday, a cheerful column of china rcs data yours appeared in "Zentralschweiz am Sonntag". You took my recent tattoo criticism as the subject. When your column appeared, you had already died. Kurt, with you went a philanthropist. A playboy, sociable, generous and warm. But also sensitive and profound. That's why people loved you. That's why I valued you so much.
We never exchanged compliments. Unfortunately, we are not so good at that from man to man. Perhaps it is not too late for that now. I wanted to say a lot of what was said above in the coming early summer. We planned to spend a sunny day together in your beloved Weggis, chatting about old (TV) times and much more. Dear friend, now we have to postpone our meeting indefinitely. It will not take place in Weggis.