A really good conversation. Like a favourite cup of coffee. Every sip slowly melting on your tongue. Without rush and without that urge to compare it to some other coffee, drunk somewhere else, some other day...

Not online, not via blue tooth, or instant messenger. Here. Now.

When was the last time, that you REALLY listened to what someone was telling you?

With genuine interest in that one particular story. Asking questions to find out more.

With an open mind and without any expectations.

I wanted to tell you about that funny moment in Spa, when an older man...

Ah, you always wanted to go to Spa, but then you went somewhere else instead.

My microscopic, but yet meaningful story, has just been killed. Never mind.

A really good conversation is not a competition between your life and mine.

It’s not a summary of your recent actions and achievements. It’s not a monologue.

It’s a moment of vulnerability shared, when we both give and – maybe – get something in return.