I was driving in my beautiful dark-silver Chevrolet, and I noticed an old black Mercedes Behind me. At some point I decided to leave the Highway and take a short break at a Raststaette. To my surprise the old Mercedes decided to do the same. I got out of my Chevy and stretched my back. The black Merc passed me and the dude in the passenger seat looked damn familiar. The car parked a couple of meters from where I stood, and two sharp dressed men got out. Dieter and Boris... Jeesz... impossible. I walked up to them and they seemed to know me. They were just as surprised as I was. What a coincides to run into each other somewhere in the middle of no where. We shook hands and started to talk about the cars we drove and continued with other small chitchat. Dieter made a remark about my outfit. Why the hell wasn't I wearing my black suit? I apologized and Boris grinned, saying something like: Dieter, lass ihm doch... Nicht jeder hat 'nen schrank voller designer Anzuege... Dieter replied: Trotzdem soll der Junge etwas mehr an seine presentation tun. Was er jetzt an hat ist so ... na ja... Again I apologized. I asked Boris about his age. He laughed. He didn't answer. He just laughed. And Dieter shook his head... And I woke up. Damn... just a dream. Best dream in months I'd say. Rene