There are friends and there are friends.
Unconsciously, I have made a classsification of friends.
I use a metaphore or paradigm of concentric circles.
My most dearest are in the innermost circle.
Here we find my two sons and their girls. They are dearest to me.
In the next circle we find my very good friends, the four Musketeers.
The other friends are in more outward circles.
But lets focus on the four Musketeers for now.
The four Musketeers is a group of ex colleagues that met over the years.
They are Abraham, Arsalan, Haro, and myself.
From time to time, we meet for a dinner in a nice restaurant.
Afterwards me mostly meet in a bar to celebrate the evening.
It is our Karma.
We can talk about anything, have no secrets and a perfect understanding, respect and trust.
We are all very proud to be a member of the group of the four Musketeers.
Chances are high that this group remains as be and we will probably not allow other members.
Abraham – Visionair – Dártagnan.
Arsalan – Smart as a whip – CTO – Portos.
Haro – Man of humour – Sales Manager – Aramis.
Edwin – Unpredictable – Art Writer – Athos.
All for one and one for all !