In Quedlinburg I enjoyed the view of a cheesecake factory. But only until the personnel came and asked about what I wanted. Not much – anymore at least. That’s what crossed my mind when I heard the rather harsh and not-so-friendly voice, when I saw the wrinkled face with that negative smile. But now that I sat down already I had a cappuchino which was rather okay and a cheese cake that was rather expensive and a picture I quite like.