This happened a few years ago in Santiago de Compostela, in the world's oldest hotel. I had presented what I thought was a brilliant idea to Linnar Priimägi at the tea table, when the esteemed professor became irritated and unleashed Mephistopheles from himself. This was quite a fireworks. In the next 15 minutes, I learned the whole truth about myself. Priimägi wondered how the earth could ever carry such a stupid person. After finishing his enlightening diatribe at my address, he relented and said, "Manfred, you have to make a movie about me." I refused immediately. I may be stupid, but not as stupid to make a film about Priimägi. Unfortunately, things went differently and Mephistopheles achieved his will. I'm not going to retell the content of the film here, which would be as pointless as revealing a punchline before the anecdote is told. Let me just say, that this film is a revenge for all the bitter words I have had to hear at my address. Or, as Goethe writes in Faust, "I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good."