August was humming a song as he got up in the morning. His wife Anna, hearing him from the kitchen, poked her head out to look at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes: "Did you win the lottery today or get elected as the Chancellor of Germany?"
While tying his tie, August laughed: "Something even more delightful than that."
He didn't say much more, and Anna didn't inquire further. After more than twenty years of marriage, she was already accustomed to this German man's occasional mysticism.
In fact, the thing that had put him in such a good mood had happened three days ago, yet every time he thought of it, he couldn't help but let a smile play on his lips.
Three days ago, at the annual meeting of the European Spinal Surgery Society held in Paris, something occurred that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
