Why I don’t believe in coincidences? I was walking around in the city with Nóra before the club meeting. No sooner had we reached Vörösmarty square than we heard somebody playing the trumpet. It was a middled-aged woman. We were standing meters away from her, and I said to Nóra: ‘I wish she played Take Five.’ When she finished, I walked up to her and dropped some coins into her box. We exchanged a smile, but not a single word was spoken. I turned around and went back to Nóra. That was the moment when the woman began to play Take Five. How is that possible? She had surely been playing for a while, and when we got there, she started playing the music I wanted to hear. On top of that, it was Thursday afternoon.