[On Friday, Sieghart lounges on a few cushions in the sand. In-between bites of his picnic meal, he turns to the nearest guest, whether or not the face is familiar.]

So what have you been up to?

[On Saturday, he gathers around the fire. In a seemingly good mood, he cracks a grin at those in his vicinity.]

Should I tell a story? What do you want to hear?

[On Sunday, he beckons for stragglers just before the fireworks display.]

Hey. You shouldn't miss this. Why don't you sit down?

[On Monday, Sieghart partakes of the last meal and moves to leave without the formality of saying his farewells. One simply never knows when paths will cross again. Adios!]