Liebe Professor Borchardt, in the immortal words of Kate Atkinson, you were the alpha and omega of storytellers. You single-handedly reminded me of the fact that the humanities ought contain more than politics and witty repartee, and that this “more” should not be so easily brushed aside. You never knew it, but you changed my life, and, I am willing to bet, the lives of many others. I hope that somewhere, you are walking the roads with Till Eulenspiegel and the Monkey King. I hope you rest beneath the linden-trees. I hope I’ll see you again. Bis gleich.