Surrounded by lots of young apprentices, very young apprentices. Some more talented then others, some brighter than others, some dressed better than others.
And me in the middle of chatter, humming hairdryers, ringing phones and clouds or hairspray...me and my earworm.
Winterstürme wichen dem Wonnemond...the "song" Siegmund sings in act 1 of Richard Wagners music drama "Die Walküre"(The Valkyrie)
In moments like this I´m feeling incredibly excentric, elitist and snobbish...and it feels great :-)