After we arrived at the airport in Hanover, we departed from the plane together, and we entered the terminal together. The man was not hard to find. He had a large paperboard sign that had ‘Bill’s friend,’ written on it. We walked up to him, and I said, Where the bricklayers.” I asked him, “what are we supposed to call you?”

He nodded and said, “Just call me Friend!”

I turned to look at the other three, and as a group, they shrugged their should...