Some time ago I subscribed to a weekly newspaper. It's called "Die Zeit". I just haven't been able to read this wonderful periodical for a long time as there is no time left for it. It is in the mailbox every Thursday. Then I get it ready to browse. What never happenes. One day I put the newspaper on a table in the garden and went to make some coffee. Then something happened to me and in the evening I closed the door without paying attention to the newspaper at the garden table. Two days later, it had been raining and there was a keen wind blowing, I found the newspaper spread in the garden. Die Zeit is a beauty even unread.