Ah, that must be him.

I am walking down Leopoldstraße a little ways, assuming he will walk the short distance from the Bayrische Staatsbibliothek to the Tambosi Café where we agreed to meet.

A bearded man roughly my age is coming toward me in the twilight, carrying a small backpack, the only man in the crowd who has any similarity with the man I saw on a photo somewhere some time ago. When we are maybe ten steps apart, he lifts his good arm, only knowing my face from the photo on my profile page, and we embrace.

After a spectacularly colorful sunset (which Theophil didn't see because he was still in the library), we enjoy sitting outside in the still warm air on this fourth of November, surrounded by all the impressive historical buildings lining the Odeonsplatz in Munich – and in the company of many others who want to enjoy what is perhaps the last warm evening of this year, chatting over coffee, tea and other drinks of every conceivable variety.

Theophil is doing some highly specialized musical research in this famous Munich library with its wealth of old handwritten materials that are hard to come by elsewhere. Listen to him for a while, and you will feel the depth of his enthusiasm.

Starting with what we are doing at the time, we talk about all the things that build our lives, touching upon Heavenletters now and then and ending on a very personal, almost intimate note.

When it starts getting a little cold outside, our meeting ends as it began, with an embrace. So this is one of our German Heavenletter translators, an astonishingly productive one. What a nice man.