Imagine a rainy day, and you’re walking
home without an umbrella listening to the pitter patter of the raindrops hit the cement. That’s Moritz. A man who wallows, waits, worries and wonders. You might share a serene moment with him under an umbrella in the
rain as he insists on walking you
home,
even going as far as to ensure you catch your subway back to the airport on time. He might have secret talents. What are they? You’ll have to stick around to find out. Moritz is a man with distinct and refined tastes. He might
even think that Morrissey is pretentious, but that won’t affect your constant listening of The Smiths. He’s okay.