An encounter with the Student of Checkhov

I told you coincidences freak me out. Including this one.

I had postponed the encounter from last week indifferently.
Today I encountered the Student of Checkhov.

It was the same prickling windy day, but not in the meadows, without  the hills, and there was no bonfire. it is in a differenct country, in a city where the tall German building never open its doors. How could it happened in such a place.

The Student told a story about a coincidence, a colusion of two random incidents to become a meaningful experience. Like, any birth of a human.
Like, any encounter.