[...] The coffee was done and he moved the pot to the table while I unbuttoned my coat and sat down. “Okay,” he said when he saw my belly, “okay, I can see why you want to get hold of him.” The coffee was disgusting, but I drank some anyway while we talked, Jens was going on tour with another band the following week and added my number to his phone in case he’d hear from Alejandro against all odds. “Well, good luck then,” he said as I was leaving. He made a sweeping gesture, “You know, with everything.”