Part 40: Thanks to

One of Gianni’s good friends, Paul White, once said: everyone should have a friend like Gianni. I don’t think there’s anything to add to that. Everyone should have a friend like Gianni! I thank Gianni Bettucci.

And to my parents of course! What would I be without them?

And to my friends who always have an ear, a finger and sometimes their whole hand for me: Annika and Folke with Junis and Thomas and Anna with Jonathan and Karin and Roberta and Catharina and Susanne with Anna and Johanna and Maria and Elisabeth and Jan with Nora and last but not least Olivia and Justus with Rubi and Paula.

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