It was one of the first visits to Bucharest after we invested there in the early 1990s. On the agenda was a private lunch. The table must have been set by a relative of Bacchus; it was done up to the hilt for the great leader, who the Romanians seemed to think was me. That’s why there was only one chair at the table. When I asked where Thomas was sitting, they looked towards the next room. We ate together, of course. Thomas at the table neighboring table – where on earth would we have ended up in Eastern Europe?