meeting the real Jakob Maltese - june 2008

I book a flight to Norway, make a hotel reservation and write him that I will come to see him. He is happy and promises to pick me up from the airport. He isn't there when I arrive. So I take a taxi. The driver hands me his number at the hotel in ... I nod and wink him goodbye, turn to the hotel and see the profile of a man through the window. I go in and the man gets up from his chair. It is Jakob. We don't say much. He just puts his arms around me and we go to the room. ...