Die Geschichte einer Stadt

It is unpredictable how the mind picks a particular memory to attach to a city.

Here I am in this city again, after 11 years later. The last time was too due to work, a business trip, a congress, which my best friend who worked in the different company was too assigned to go to the same conference.

But it is not that event which I meant by the memory- it was with this doctor, an obgyn, who happened to be my KOL, and was the speaker of the symposium that my company sponsored then, whom also my best friend’s long term KOL.

The one memory was that one day during a random symposium, I and my best friend were sitting next to each other, and our KOL was stood behind us, waiting for the seat next to us to be vacant so he could join us to chat with us! And finally it was vacant and he sat next to us! It was so odd, but funny. He wanted to join our conversation and invited himself as a trio! I and my best friend still talk about it sometimes and we laugh about it with gentle feelings as he was a very kind, nice, and sweet guy.

He passed away couple years ago.

So here the way I look at Manado with different views, many years after that POGI congress.

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