Maybe there’s a plan and it doesn’t work out. Maybe there is no plan and only endless things to do. In any case, Fynn Kliemann sits at the wheel of a battered Skoda SUV like an entrepreneur whose employees don’t leave a trace. The phone number dialed is temporarily unavailable, says the hands-free system, Kliemann whistles, next number, whoop, whoop, he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, he urgently needs to discuss something with the boys, there’s a problem with a construction project, a guy from fire protection cares about certificates, next number, whoop, whoop. “I’ve already thought about buying all the Bluetooth headsets that DPD drivers and stuff put on,” he says. “Which looks really stupid, but then at least they’ll answer it.”
Fynn Kliemann: Renovation in Kliemannsland – culture
