Interlude of Life

M. steps up

Yesterday, not much after I started to compile the new entry from the blog of Peter, the "Crisis Manager" and from the secret diary of my first love, Sophie, my phone rang.
- It's M. speaking! – a female voice greeted me.
- Who? – I asked back.
- M., the editor-in-chief, you may know me from Peter's blog. At least it looks a lot like me of whom he shaped the editor-in-chief.
Suddenly all I could say was that I was charmed to meet her. She said she wasn't so much. She had no problems with my person, she has even more with Peter's blog. In her opinion he showed the events very one-sided. I grabbed the chance to hear another point of view of the story of the starting channel and the "hostage taking". I asked her to tell me everything in detail, but M. (let her just keep this name from now on) wasn't willing to tell it over the phone, she explicitly wanted to meet me in person. We agreed to meet this morning, but she called me early on to call it off. She said she got fresh informations about Peter that she wants to cross-check before she gives them to me. I tried to persuade her to at least tell this whole hostage story over the phone so I can publish the end, but M. said I'd better wait because she has new things of that one too. She promised to reveal everything by Monday.
I decided to listen to her first and publish the second part of A Little Hungarian Comedy of Hostages afterwards, so I can add comments if necessary.