Book & Cook

        It was getting dark in the small train station of Osnabrück. I arrived half an hour ago and was still waiting. Finally, I picked up the public phone to call Beate but there was no answer. I was alone in a train station of a city I don’t really know and with no place to stay. I was baffled, Beate’s sister sounded excited last night, what happened? In our correspondences Beate told me she was looking forward to hosting me. I had no choice; I needed some kind of help. I opened my address book and called Susan.       “Hello Tibi!” I heard Christine, Susan’s younger sister saying before I even spoke.  “How did you know it was me?”  “Who else would call us at this hour?”  “What do you mean? I was about to ask you if you know of a hotel close to the train station.”  “Beate told me about you, and I had a feeling you would call.”  “What do you mean?”  “Beate and Susan are in the same class, they are both on a...