Hi, my name is Jürgen, and due to a degenerative retinal disease, I now squint like a tuna in a can. In my case, the can lid hasn't completely closed yet, so I can perceive bright light sources and sometimes use them as a guide. Don't worry, dear accompanying pairs of eyes, there is no risk of contagion for you. I celebrated my 55th birthday with a cheerful, colorful bunch of people. While I was chatting, someone tapped me on the shoulder: "Congratulations, you old retina," the colorful one said, handing me a tall, slender bottle and an envelope filled with several sheets of paper. Then he sat down between his wife and a friend and explained: "This is from the three of us, so from her, from him, and from me. Go ahead and open it." The bottle? I was more focused on the envelope. With all due respect, I’m not going to start looking in your honor. He handed the envelope to Darling and urged her, "Please read it out loud." The colorful one is clever, I thought, he knows the nature of women and can be pretty sure that there’s hardly a woman out there who can resist a sealed, generously filled envelope, or can they? In this case, the colorful one could rely on the power of nature: Darling reached for the envelope with the grace of a juror, opened it, and brought several documents to light. The tension hung heavily over the table, and it was absolutely quiet as everyone waited for the words "And the winner is..." Okay, maybe not everyone was expecting the word of the Oscar, but I am very, very sure that, aside from the gift trio, no one expected the words "Experience voucher for a tandem skydiving jump.".