My friend Anja is originally from Russia, but she has been living in Switzerland for what feels like forever. She has adapted well to Swiss culture and built a successful career. Anja is incredibly helpful, funny, and has a big heart. Spending time with her is always a joy. However, in certain areas, she’s quite particular, and even after all these years in Switzerland, things like punctuality haven’t left much of an impression on her. I’m used to her being late. Not always, but almost always. That’s why I only meet her in places where I don’t mind waiting. The best option is when she comes over to my place. Then I couldn’t care less if she shows up at 7 or half past 8.

We had made plans again recently, and based on my past experiences, I suggested she come to my place for dinner. So, we agreed. I told her 6 o’clock on purpose, knowing that she wouldn’t show up before 8 anyway. I didn’t stress about having dinner ready at a specific time either. By 8 o’clock, I had pretty much eaten alone. Calling Anja doesn’t help anyway, because she never picks up her phone. In the past, I used to worry when she was late and tried to find out what was going on. But I stopped doing that a long time ago, as I know it doesn’t help. She’ll eventually show up, smiling as if nothing’s wrong.

That evening, however, Anja didn’t come at all. Since I had a few things to finish, I dedicated the rest of my evening to work.

The next day, Jacob was visiting me when, at 7 p.m., the doorbell rang. There was Anja, greeting me as exuberantly as ever.
“Anja,” I asked, surprised, “didn’t we agree to meet yesterday?”
Completely calm, Anja replied, “My dear, I couldn’t make it earlier,” kissed me on the cheek, and started taking off her shoes.

We ended up having a great evening with lively conversations, though the food was a bit scarce for three. But that’s just typical Anja.