Almost on a daily basis, I wrote emails to a person I never met, a person I don’t know what he looks like, a person I wouldn’t recognise if I would pass him on the street. Still, that person did so much for me and not only because of that, for my part, I developed the feeling as if I had made a friend. And as it always is with friends, it hurts when you lose one. That’s how I feel when I talk about a certain Kim Franklin. Kim, I don’t know if we will ever meet but shall I ever set foot on New Zealand soil again (which is absolutely possible), I will seek you out and treat you to a nice dinner at a place of your choice. Apart from that, be reassured of my everlasting gratitude.