I met "Pollo" a chilly wednesday morning during Berlin's winter. I was looking for him, but didn't know his face at all. My employer had asked me to meet him without giving me any reference about him. So there I stood, a hundred meters away from the Ibero-Amerikanisches Institut, while it was snowing, waiting for him to show up.

There were a few tourists going around, but everyone seemed to be inside cafes and restaurants. Suddenly, I heard a voice from within the crowd calling me as if I was a dog. So I met Pollo. Things were never fully the same since then.