On Friday I got the book that Alex Capus, my favorite Swiss writer, sent directly from his home in Switzerland, Almost Like Spring, and a postcard from Jutta, my penpal since 1963 and sharer of a diary, saying that she had listened to the CDs of Alex Capus' Leon and Louise, the book that had put him on the top 20 list of the best books in German 2012. (I sent her the CDs of the recording I ordered, not realizing it was in German.) Alex had signed the book "To my friend Tina," which I wrote him thrilled me because now I wouldn't have to be the groupie I was planning on being. I also told him that when people ask me what I'm going to do when I retire, I say, "I'm going with Jutta to visit my favorite Swiss writer." He wrote back and said when we visited next year, we could see his new bar in Olten, and he sent me the link.
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Galicia-Musik-Bar/630580276964859?ref=ts&fref=ts
So you see, he paints bars as well as lives and epochs. Now my question is this: Is it fair? Is it fair that someone like me doesn't even successfully reach the students she teaches and someone like Alex Capus is good at everything?
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