Nelly Sachs walks in the bar accompanied by a bearded handsome man. She, with her precise Rheinland efficiency, immediately calls out a waitress and whispers something in her ear.
"Ich would like a private dining-room, for four, with comfortable chairs and a view on the comet, Gerne. Und Ich want to hire one waitress to accommodate us for the entire evening."
The waitress went ahead and the party of two, both with elegant, yet practical clothing in black and green colours, followed her. The passed the rather odd party with one guy fairly soaked and dirty and the coughing man, yet strode on behind the waitress.
"Two bottles of scotch, Gerne. An salty, stronger one and a smooth sweet, you choose. Price is not the issue. Send it up to our quarters."
She says to the bartender when passing by.
"Anything for you Rasmus?"
As she turns her head to the young man following her.