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.