Two years ago, the TV came to me:

Actually, it was just a few dudes with some cameras. They requested an interview and showed up at my house.

So I took them to one of my favorite hang-outs:

This is a place where I have spent many an afternoon of my childhood:

I was still a wreck at the time of the interview, but I somehow managed to utter a few words on camera, so I felt pretty relieved when we were done.
I asked the TV guys to send me a copy of the interview once they had broadcasted it, and they said okay, but I never received my copy.
…
After that, 2 years went by.
…

And here I am, a little fatter and much less wrecked, in a tiny little town with the ridiculous name of Baden-Baden:

It’s very beautiful around here, and especially Russians seem to like it ever since old Dostoevsky lost all of his money in the local casino:

I didn’t come for gambling though, I came for a TV interview.

This time, I got invited to a studio:

So I put on my old walking shirt (I don’t think anybody even noticed) and wandered about the place.

They apparently…

hosted…

…a lot of…

cooking shows:

After hours and hours of waiting, I finally got seated in a well-lit spot, and then suddenly the interview was on:

I said something along the lines of: “Uh, yeah, I like walking.”

Being a rather timid type of person, I was very happy once the whole thing was over.

I managed to sneak in a picture with the huge phone:

The TV guys told me they would send me a copy of the show after they had broadcasted it.
“You do that!” I said happily.
And then I went home.

Soundtrack: Jedi Mind Tricks: “Uncommon Valour”