Once upon a time there was a table.

It was beautiful. It had four slender legs and a veneer as smooth as ebony. Proudly it offered sparkling glasses and bowls, shining candelabras and vases, golden and silver cutlery with the meals. It was hurt, however, that the richer it was bedecked, the thinner the conversations of its guests became, whose glances and words became lost among the china. “And then there are always some idiots who knock something over.” Yes, this too was weighing it down. And so it did not think twice when Berlin’s design fairy wanted to know what it desired and promised it had an ace in the hole. Since then all bulky objects have magically disappeared in the table’s back, everything stands safely and no longer in the way of eye contact and stimulating conversations. And the guests feasted happily ever after.