We were talking amiably, and my companion – I had met him on the same café terrace in Neukölln where I have breakfast most days – was turning out to be a knowledgable Berliner.
He had a good recollection of his youth in East Berlin, and was telling me lovely stories of his schooldays, and his love of football. He was a charming “raconteur”.
As I looked around at the gracious locals walking to their business, I became conscious that my companion was observing me. I smiled, as we older men do, when we are considering friendship, without yet being committed to anything.
We had not really introduced ourselves. And then he started the sentence: “I must tell you, doctor Faust…”
Immediately the fraudster knew that he had unmasked himself. My name is not Faust, and I am no doctor, but he considers his possible preys, all of us, as the same and one person. I stood up, towering above the little man, well, the creature he had adopted the shape of.
“Out of sight,” I said in a tone that did not expect any reply, “Get out of here, go, now!” And he did.
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