Aber wenn man versucht manchmal...

It was a sunny and unseasonably warm Thursday morning in March and the birds were singing. After crawling out from beneath the embers of the inferno that very nearly took his life, the man spent much of the following several months in insurance and law offices trying to piece together the left-over smoking, smouldering pieces of his life. While he hadn't had the forethought to purchase any kind of flood or fire insurance, he managed to be chased down by a lawyer who had trained in the American tradition of tort law and had convinced him to sue the #$%& out of Amazon and their useless paper weight of an "intelligent" assistant. While Amazon put up quite a fight in defending the good name of their baby Alexa, it wasn't long before the man's lawyer (some writer has-been named John Grisham) convinced the powers that be at Amazon LLC GmbH Inc Corp that they had better settle this particular claim if for nothing else than to preserve Alexa's good name (you do what you gotta do for your daughter). When the cheque for fifty million EUR arrived and he settled the bill with Mr. Grisham, ESQ, he had 37 million left over to buy a brand new apartment and perhaps put a little away for his retirement. He had had his eye on a modest 3-bedroom in the Lehel district overlooking the English Garden, however, and it's not like they were just going to give it away. With the thirty-seven million Euros he now had, he only needed to take out a small mortgage of nineteen million, seven hundred and eighty thousand Euros to be able to afford the place. With the paperwork signed, his possessions deposited in the top-floor dwelling, and the first 17,000 EUR Hausgeld monthly payment taken care of, he stepped out on to the balcony and took a sip of his espresso. It tasted a little cold.