He saw me the other day here in the pantry.

I was so tired, and I had fallen asleep with my broom, just as you see me here.

So he made a photograph of me.

He admires me very much.

Isn't it nice?
and isn't the Polish gentleman clever?
and isn't it nice to have so much attention paid to one?
Oh, there's that horrid bell again! Good afternoon, Herr Waerli.