"<p>Twenty year reunion. They know exactly everything about me, but during dinner they act like they haven't heard from me in twenty years. (...) There is some sort of mysterious ranking that is formed in childhood, and it cannot be jumped over later. The world is much easier to convince than a classmate who knows something about you. What? (...) He doesn't know exactly. He just looks at you suspiciously, blinking and with eternal - perhaps justified - doubt.</p>"