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Chapter 4

Meanwhile in Munich.

Friday 23 February.

"Why India?" Asks Birger with a sceptical expression as he pulls the

glasses back into place over nose of his nose to better read the document that
Gustav just pushed across the table to him.

“Well, have you never been there? It’s a great country.”
"Yes I have actually been to Goa once with Minna a long time ago"

“And what did you think of it? “

"Well, we didn’t see the country really. We were secluded in a tourist
hotel." Birger sends him a slightly embarrassed look.

Gustav leans back in his big armchair with a little smirk on his face.

"Not trying to be cheeky. But what do you mean?"
“We had a kind of pre-Honey moon. I wasn’t sure whether it was going to

be us forever, so we travelled a bit together. We went to Goa; it was the hottest
place you could go back then. But it was all about partying,“ Birger answers

briefly.

Birger is the only people really close Gustav, maybe even a friend of sorts.
The two know each other and share, in addition to the vision of making Kräsen

the world's largest dairy conglomerate, the passion for advertising and design, as

they are both trained as classic ad-designers.
“I have been to India quite a few times, and my first trip to the country

was back in the early 80’s. I had graduated and Father wanted me to see the

world before joining the family business. Luckily, he was well connected and stay
for free at one of his old business associates mansion. His name was Bruce, an

American. I lived like a king at his expense while I stayed there. It later turned

out that my father and Bruce, who had resided for 20 years in India, had plans on
doing business in mining, but it never happened. Bruce and his Indian wives, yes

plural, had of course far from ordinary lives. They were all wealthy beyond