Sunday, 4 December 2011


A couple of weeks ago, at BR's 40th birthday bash, I met SF again. He is a good friend of my friend FR, I have known him for a couple of years and it is always fun to chat with him. SF is from Germany, living in Amsterdam and running a small ladies' bags store. His German accent is so cute, and he is an over-the-top bear queen. Two days later I bumped into him again at Taboo bar, where he told me the next day he would go on holiday to Gran Canaria and he was so happy as he hadn't been away for 3 years.
More than a week later I got a message from FR that he had just found SF dead in his apartment... FR was SF's best friend, and he had messaged SF a few times asking how his holiday was. No reply. He called. Voicemail. After a week he was so worried that he called the police and the police broke into his apartment where he was found. He must have been dead for a week (as otherwise he would have left for Gran Canaria) and it was not a pretty sight. The police told FR that he might not want to look at his friend. SF was 46 years old only, and he will be missed.

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