Hey, kid! I would ask ‘How the hell are you?’, but you’re obviously IN hell, what with your Diplomarbeit and all, so I know how you are. Been there, done that! I’d rather be an ‘old horse’ (given that you’re precisely half my age) right now than be in your shoes. The memory still gives me the chills. I wouldn’t trade places with you for nothing in the world!
I don’t know about cooking. Like you said you have to like it. I guess I just don’t really like it. But, who knows, maybe someday… Never say never.
Good luck with your thesis. Or, as we say in Romania in such circumstances (using a word borrowed from the Gypsies), BAFTA!